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

The intense highs and lows of the morning class sapped away Tycon's energy.

Their initial questions had simple answers.

The number and nature of their enemies. Their equipment. Their formations. Characteristics of Drake Armors according to their model.

The questions, subsequent, grew more difficult.

How many casualties did our forces incur? How many casualties resulted in deaths?

How much damage can a single ⌈Fireball⌋ do to a squad of regulars?

What happens when our shield line fails to collapse, leaving a formation of archers exposed?

How many seconds of concentrated lizard fire can a normal human withstand?

What is the difference between the death of one single, living, breathing sentient and one thousand?

How can we ask so many Bronze and Elementary-Rank soldiers to raise their mundane shields against ⌈Lightning Bolts⌋ and ⌈Earth Spikes⌋?

Noble Father