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

Tycondrius laid face down on a couch in Chantal's personal quarters.

He was familiar with the Fleet Admiral's sense of style, having once visited her office in the Darktide Fortress.

It was hideous-- replete with... knick-knacks, storied items looted from treasure troves, and chunks of wood with plaques undoubtedly taken from ships Chantal personally damned to the deep abyss.

There was really no logical sense to most of it. The longer he looked, the more intense a numb sensation at the forefront of his brain.

But thankfully, serendipity struck, and Tycon realized he just had to close his eyes.

--and then it actually became quite nice.

The various smells in the room calmed his nerves... gentle... and old.

A faint incense clinging to the fabric of the couch.

A swash of a strong spirit to hide the stale mildew scent on an old oaken armoire.

The sweet, musty scent of a personal library...

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