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 leapt out of the magical shadows, Shatterspike in mid-swing... aimed to slice off the head of one of his closest friends.

It cut cleanly through the air and... nothing else.

Surprised, Tycon lost his balance as he landed, somersaulting onto the sand... getting itchy grains of it into hair.

Wroe was... nowhere to be seen.

...After assessing his surroundings, Tycon realized it was he who had erred.

He had emerged over a dozen yalms away from his intended destination.

"...Of course," He cradled his face in his palm.

He was in one of the seven hells. It was an oversight, but magical hell-darkness did not have the same properties as magical... 'regular' darkness.

--still... he'd misplaced an entire Daeva because of it.

"Hades!" Tycon raised his voice.

Narrowing his eyes, he glanced left and right, searching for... anything that resembled a small house in size.

Arcanite Blessing