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Snow White and the Seven Gods

"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. Where else could you find Screaming Coffee? Wattpad: deerbiscuit Twitter: screamCOFFEE Instagram: coffeescreameclair * * * * 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.

coffeescreameclair · Urban
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144 Chs

Once Upon the Mirrored Shaft

Any God of Death doesn't follow behind─was what I confirmed by September 6th, or the second day of the chaos excursion.

Precisely the afternoon when I was hit by the lightning bolt.

I can disregard the idiosyncrasies of the recent incident but not the manifestation of true immortality. I've long suppressed myself into feeling any pain, thus going to extreme fervor of not getting injured no matter what happens.

For four years, I've been successful.

While most of my actions were capricious, they're adherent to discipline. Not at best though as they happen to be paradoxical by normal interpretation. My arrogant supercomputer brain found it rather despicable to have called myself undisciplined.

Thought unwell, simply someone torn in endless uncertainty.

I've been disciplined in my own rights.

Just when this pulse of energy burrowed into my torso, I'd already anticipated the dire outcome.