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"Snow White" is aware he's only a character in a novel, and he hates it. He's the Strongest Mage in all of existence, the incarnation of the Chaos God, and apparently immortal. He's born in an eccentric household of business magnates, and everyone in their house have perfect memories.
Snow White is also expressionless.
HE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL!
Sometimes he's not the protagonist of his novel.
And holy heck, he has six more variants of himself crossing the borders of time.
All of which are intent to slap him for his terrible life decisions.
Due to his creator's extreme tendencies, a description for Snow White and the Seven Gods can't be written properly.

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SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN GODS
"HITORIBOCCHI NO SHIRAYUKIHIME"
A Fantasy Novel written by Screaming Coffee

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual people, the living or the dead, places, events, and businesses are either coincidental or are used fictitiously.

Snow White and the Seven Gods

Case pertaining to Sayaka Orihara was neither curious nor relevant.


How I perceived her, at least, knowing that I'm not the type to dig on a nonexistent person's tomb. I woke up on September 5th not thinking about the person itself. I only brought her name for discussion because I saw my sister being a nuisance, poking my hind about a wasteful summer break.


It's how I legitimately saw it, as a nonsensical sequence of events in a normal household. Nothing about it is novel like setting up future events: and if so, it could only be coincidental. Of course, reality is a disappointment and doesn't follow an outline. I may sound like a novel character to you, but I also lived a reality which offered randomness. I know where I've begun setting things up, and I deliberated their payoffs─but I don't control everything, even if it's something I offered in the first place.


I'm contemplating on what I missed, and would miss, as a fragile individual.


Once Upon the Frozen Coffin