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 dress uniform of a Royal Marine Officer was one Tycondrius was proud to wear.

The dark coat was trimmed with red. The blue trousers had a similar red stripe running along the sides. His belt was a pristine white, held by a shining, gold-plated buckle. And finally, a set of achievement ribbons were pinned to his breast, held securely in place by a minor enchantment.

Though despite his handsome appearance, a 'dress uniform' seemed somewhat out of place, considering the coming tribulations.

City-State Whitehearth was to be sieged by the armies of the Tyrant God, a mass of winged beasts, accompanied by an unknown amount of their assumedly flightless servants.

Military-grade armor seemed appropriate-- some sort of defense apposite to sword and bolt.

However, there wasn't much available offering protection against one or more concentrated blasts of lizard-fire.

Thus, Tycon decided to wear whatever he wished.

Forbidden Flesh