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

"Boss... what are you doing with that?"

Wroe's voice contained a hint of uncertainty-- perhaps even fear.

Either or both were perfectly reasonable.

Tycondrius flipped his palm upward, a sleight of hand that revealed a single crossbow bolt.

"Um... BossSS?" Wroe's voice sharply rose in pitch. "If that's... for me, I can still cast ⌈Mana Ward⌋. Hah. It's... it's something you made me practice. A lot."

Ignoring the Warlock's blathering, Tycon began to apply poison to the bolt's tip. It was the same waxy substance recovered from the dark elves of House Spider Crab.

He was looking forward to observing its efficacy.

That is... unless his bolt was stopped by a ⌈Mana Ward⌋.

To circumvent that, Tycon gathered mana into his palm, shaping it to his designs.

And... with the purpose of inspiring fear, he made no attempt to hide the name of his Skill, "⌈Warlockslayer⌋"

Refusal To Obey