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 insisted that Januarius continue to rest at least until his fever died down. With Guild Metal Wolf being his latest investment, he wanted to ensure that their founding leader could travel the plains to Whitehearth without *dying*.

It took two suns, a process expedited by the Highblades' healers and a lovely Elven recipe for poultry and herb soup.

The Elven city lied just beyond the rocky hills. On account of the injured, however, the pace of the march and the time traveled per sun was largely reduced. Still, with not even half a century remaining, personnel accountability and general upkeep were managed quickly, somewhat making up for time lost.

It seemed she was still embarrassed for her earlier actions against him, as she rejected all of Tycon's well-meaning attempts at casual conversation.

He decided not to hold it against her.

To Whitehearth