I woke up to find that I had transmigrated into the role of Snow White, but this world was nothing like the fairy tale I knew. Her evil stepmother, Elizabeth, was actually a righteous queen who hunted down dark magic, while the “innocent” Snow White was a dark sorceress who had murdered her father for power.
As a modern-day transmigrator, I made my decision at once: if I couldn’t clear my name, then I might as well go all the way to the dark side!
I used magic to brew the poisoned apple into a “beauty elixir” and tricked the queen into drinking it. I cursed Prince Alvin, who came to “save” me, turning him from my betrothed into my loyal dog. When the queen finally broke the curse and rescued the prince after endless hardship, he repaid her by stabbing her and cutting out her heart. It was the last ingredient I needed to preserve my youth forever.
Now the mirror no longer reflected a kind princess from a fairy tale, but a queen smiling atop a mountain of corpses. But wait... why does the mirror, now reduced to a specimen, keep hinting that someone else is the real mastermind?
This is a dark fairy tale of “you think I’m on the third level, but I’m actually on the fifth.” Just as the transmigrator thinks she’s rewriting fate, fate has already written an even more insane script.
