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

For half a month, the seas were calm and the winds gentle.


After the wild revelry and indulgence of the God of Wine Festival, the Minosians returned to their usual life trajectories, continuing in their respective roles.


The new shipping routes established by the old man of the sea, Nereus, were gradually put into trial operation, providing great convenience for the fleets of Crete Island.


With the cessation of hostilities, everything seemed to be developing in a positive direction.


Atop the attic, Luo En closed a report he had dealt with, tossing it into an overflowing bamboo basket, flexing his somewhat stiff joints, his face weary and exhausted.


Owing to the battle on the coastline, King Minos's divine blood was exhausted, and his life entered a twilight state, currently hanging on by a magic potion and sheer willpower, not bearing further strain.


Thus, Crete Island entered a long period of the monarch being offline.


Chapter 130: Lone Testicle Warrior Poseidon (5k words, completed by 8k per day)