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

The Centaurs gathered around snapped back to their senses, with several of them raising their swords, shields, and spears to break ranks and charge forward with wicked smiles, ready to skewer this obstacle in their path and then hurry to indulge in the beautiful females who had trespassed into Arcadia.


"I knew it; these four-legged nuisances have nothing to do with me..."


As the Centaurs holding their weapons charged, the recently appointed God of Wine stepped forward while cradling the infant in his arms.


The moment the two sides clashed, a dazzling golden light burst forth in the enemy ranks, transforming into the phantom of a golden bull. It let out an angry low roar, and the surging Divine Power sent the charging Centaurs flying with blood spraying and bones shattering. They were reduced to twisted lumps of flesh, thrown backwards.


The crimson blood sprayed in a trail, and several Centaurs lay dying in deep pits, letting out pitiful screams and wails.


Chapter 153 Tower Meow: As Long as There's a Male Mom