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Headed by a Snake

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

CouchSurfingDragon · Fantasy
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Courage in the Face of Danger

The Thunder God could not remember a time when he had been so tired. 

He thought back to an age... long ago. 

Back then, he drew his strength from faith. 

The mortal denizens of the Realm... the people... 

All peoples, under the sun and clouds and sky... 

His people. 

For his miracles, they would shower him with endless praise... honest and true, as only their soft, mortal hearts could give. 

It was only after that age had past... that he realized he was not a kind god. 

On his darker whims, he would strike the clouds with his Storm Axe, bringing thunder, lightning, and hail. 

The rumbling roars of the clouds scattered the mortals. 

They built shelters. They banded together in tribes for warmth and safety. 

They died.

...Yet some did not. 

He grew fond of those. He sang with them, dancing and stomping his feet.