Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

Luo En, hidden beneath the tree shade, slightly coughed and flashed a knowing look to his accomplice.


Medusa immediately caught on and, with her body concealing the action, quickly stashed the stolen goods away.


Luo En nodded silently, caressed Medusa's clever little head for a while, then turned and flashed a reserved smile at the person across from him,


"Just now, it was nothing but light-hearted teasing with my little sister, just a joke."


"Every joke has a grain of seriousness in it."


The silver-haired girl at the stand spoke indifferently, her piercing gaze as if she could see the color of one's soul beneath the skin.


Under those scrutinizing purple eyes, Luo En resignedly raised his arms, and with a face of feigned misery, struck the posture of someone ready to be arrested.


Chapter 38 Riddle Man Rolls Out of Greece!