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

"Then how do you explain the silver arrows, ore, and jewels on you?"


After searching a large pile of miscellaneous stolen goods on Hermes, the two victims finally ran out of patience with this god of thieves' repeated dodges, shifting from scolding to a righteous beating.


Hearing the thud of flesh and bone behind him, along with Hermes's cries for clemency, Luo En, who had already put some distance between himself and the commotion, couldn't help but mourn in his heart for a full half a second for the ancestor of thieves who had taken the blame for him.


If he guessed right, this god of extreme speed with a kleptomaniac streak probably frequented the treasure rooms of the gods, casually helping himself to a few things, which was simply part of the routine.


Chapter 149: The Well-Endowed Are All Guilty