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

The Martialists of the Hidden Lake sect were highly trained individuals.

Though they were human, each was two or three times faster than a regular person. They used unique weaponry and well-practiced forms, striking accurately and with clear intent to maim and kill.

They also had excellent perceptive abilities, always aware of their surroundings.

Tycondrius found it... wryly amusing.

As he accompanied Krysaos towards the sect's inner sanctum, each man and woman amongst the enemy... met his eyes.

Perhaps it was... honorable to do so-- an understanding or... respect between warriors on the field of battle.

...To acknowledge the enemy... to be acknowledged in return-- it sounded nice, in practice.

Unfortunately for them, it allowed Tycon to affect each and every single enemy combatant with his bloodline-granted ocular ability, ⌈Vexing Gaze.⌋

Inner Sanctum