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

Rosenhart was fighting to save people. It was a simple, yet powerful admission... and no lesser a reason than that of anyone else in the Alliance.

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"Right. Most everyone's been recalled behind the walls. Our engineers have been fortifying the emplacements up top."

Rosenhart pointed up, "We have six bone-drakes perched, the most out of the other walls. The enemy's figured out they all have shite maneuverability, so we can't field them without artillery support. Anything we have that's low-mobility, heavies and troop formations-- they all get wasted by flyers as soon as they leave the perimeter."

He paused... but he looked like he still had more to say.

"Go ahead," Tycon urged. "Unsavory news does not get better with age."

"...We've been taking too many casualties," Rosenhart admitted.

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