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

"You are correct," the mercenary leader nodded. "I'm a busy man, Inquisitor. I've other duties to attend to. But take heart, dear friend. With our 'show of force'-- or whatever you'd like to call it, you have my veritable confidence."

Without another word-- and thankfully, another breath, Clayton Smith turned and walked off.

...Though Jovanus quietly wished for it, the Statesman's flowing red cape did *not* get stuck in the carriage door.

The carriage departed, horses and all. Several dozen pairs of eyes, two tent groups worth, quietly watched them go...

The mercenary leader's absence made Jovanus uncomfortable-- almost more than his attendance.

"What's wrong, Inquisitor?" Dario called as he jogged over, "Is there a problem with the payment?"

Jovanus held out his hand, "Three Imperial feet, Decanus."

Dario's face twisted, his indignation clear, but he kept his distance.

Single, Well-Trained Tent Group