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

Ophelia's heart shook. With the rush of blood, her muscles tensed up, and her vision sharpened.

Roxane... her personal guard... and her best friend...

--she was emanating... killing intent?

"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT!!" She shouted.

Her short, silver hair flared up with power and she rushed forward, leaving cracks in the tiles.

Slamming her mana-clad gauntlet into Ophelia's desk, it cracked in two with an explosion of wooden shrapnel.

Ophelia flipped backward, slicing both arms across her chest. The vine tendrils from the two chalkboards whipped forward, wrapping several times around Roxane's arms.

"HrrrrrRRRGKK!!" The silver-haired girl roared, struggling to break free.

Ophelia was using a chantless restraint spell-- but she was a full Metal-Rank higher than her opponent. With Roxane's movement restricted and without access to leverage, she could only use her Iron-Rank strength to overpower the vines.

Unrecognizable (Part One)