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

Upon entering the ⌈Gate⌋, Tycondrius was assaulted by a deep, gargling battlecry.

"ENEMIES OF THE TREE GODDDDD!!!!!"

It was loud. It shook the earth, as well as his bones.

It also sounded terribly cliche and likely held little to no valuable information.

"HEEEEERE, YOU SHALL MEEEET YOUR--"

So, Tycon threw out his Spell scroll.

"⌈Thousand Strikes of the Storm Eel.⌋"

There was much arrogance in shouting while striking a pose. The enemy went as far as channeling mana into their voice... which was mana unavailable for a defensive Skill.

As Tycon's eyes adjusted to the light of Alana's ⌈Gate⌋ behind him, he observed the yellowed parchment burning away.

The inked Spell Circle remained, then instantly expanded fivefold. From the rotating satellite arrays at its 8 points, 96 bolts of wiggling lightning surged forward towards the... battlecrier.

That fellow, Tycon identified to be... a... War Troll.

Mouth of the Bleeding Hells (Part One)