CouchSurfingDragon

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. 

This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) 

Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. 

Work is completed as of 9May2024. There's also a few side-stories written in Chapter 1151!  The Author is working on a new story called 'I Wish You Were Never Reborn.' After four or so years of writing, my skills have much improved. Highly recommend. 

Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N 
Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome.

You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List

Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr

Headed by a Snake

Tycondrius had been running low on his stores of alcohol, but it seemed permissible to whet his thirst with a skin of Tyrion wine.

It would be easy enough to replace it with better. It was only a few suns travel to the Elven-controlled city of Whitehearth... and a short walk to an Elven fortress.

He looked over to his companion.

The defeated elf was named Notaku, and they sat together upon his fallen Divine Armor, Many-Big-Guns.

Tycon found no fault in the respectable warrior.  Over the years, he'd found he got along well with near anyone who shared his profession.

He lifted the wine skin towards him, "Drink."

Notaku glanced over, but shook his head, "(I do not drink wine.)"

Tycon narrowed his eyes, "(Growling-Bear, did I not defeat you in single combat only minutes earlier?)"

The Elven warrior grew quiet, averting his gaze.

Tycon leaned forward, pushing the wine-skin closer, "Drink the damn wine."

Elder Sister