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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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Dance of Blades (Part Two)

Dragan stood up and thrust his hand out, pointing toward the Flamebriar Monarch. 

"And as for you, you one-horned f*ck," he said, "Only death awaits the enemies of Sol Invictus."

The Monarch lifted his arm to the side. Grasping vines swam through the floor, retrieving his sword and returning it to his hand. 

Then, he lowered his body and assumed a martial stance. 

All that, and he didn't say a word. 

"Hmph. So you won't talk," Dragan frowned. "Guess there ain't nothin' to talk about..."

He released his sword. The weighty blade made a splintering crack into the wooden flooring and it stood at a slant, hilt upward. 

"Kiddo," he said without looking back, "You're 'bout to see some shite. Just know I'm not gonna apologize for a damn thing."

Ree furrowed her brows. 

Dragan was a man who didn't apologize for anything-- that was something she knew well. 

But why... would he say something like that?