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

Cassiopeia of Charm wondered what human cities looked like when they weren't reduced to rubble.

By the time she and her War Band made it into Making, Aerie, and a half-dozen other settlements, they'd already been razed to the ground.

She hoped Whitehearth would be different.

The sun was out when she arrived.

Sunny and warm-- that was perfect for the occasion.

It was supposed to be her 'proper' planned reunification with her brother.

It was supposed to be beautiful.

Ominous shadows washed over the ruined marketplace.

Empty, lifeless, covered in trash and debris...

Whitehearth made the slums of Charm look like Celestia.

Why... in the seven hells... did Tycon want to save Whitehearth, of all places?

"And what is going on with the sun?" she complained aloud, "First, it rises too early, and now it's practically night again?"

"The sun has yet to fall," the Silver Oracle said mysteriously.

Far Away