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

With urgency and alacrity, Tycondrius grabbed onto the Archbishop's collar, swinging her aside with the momentum.

Natalya crashed to the ground... ungently.

A sharp blur sliced through the space where her head would have been.

Unfortunately, Natalya did not see just how he saved her from severe harm. Afterward, Tycon thought it very likely that she was going to be *very* upset with him.

Tycon shot his left hand forward, gripping the magically-concealed humanoid's neck. Shifting his balance to the side, back, and then forward, he slammed the creature onto the meeting table.

Delicate green and gold shards of magic shimmered in the air, reminiscent to torn and powdered faerie wings. As the magic dissipated, the hidden attacker pinned to the table was revealed to be a woman.

The sweet scent of Orkish sugar filled his nostrils as Tycon scrutinized the enemy's form.

Do Dragons Exist?