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

In the Paphos Sacred Pool, misty vapors swirled and enveloped the air.


The Goddess Aphrodite, clad in a sheer veil, her head crowned with an intricate diadem, her slender waist barely graspable and cinched with a golden belt, stood lightly at the edge of the pool. She was so divinely beautiful that it defied description, her presence seeming to fill the air with an intoxicating sweetness, clearly having brought her powers of love and beauty to their peak.


Below her feet, roses burst through the soft stone paths and steps, blooming unrestrained. Petals, as if dyed with divine blood, fell into the swirling waters, causing tiny ripples and haloes on the surface.


As Aphrodite gently raised her hand, the divine liquid of the Sacred Pool receded, revealing the figure at its center who had undergone the complete baptism of the Goddess of Love's divinity.


Chapter 225: The Birth of a Succubus