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

Meanwhile, at War God Mountain, Hestia's residence.


The Goddess of the Hearth, after waking up, looked at her grandniece who appeared at her doorstep and listened to the news she brought, slightly taken aback.


"Yes, he just arrived last night, and today he has to accompany his student named Atalanta to register at the Academy of Athens. He should be up the mountain by this afternoon, or possibly by evening."


Athena nodded with a smile, as if she had just finished a satisfying morning workout, lifting her hand to wipe a layer of fragrant sweat from her forehead.


It must be said, it's becoming increasingly difficult to punch a certain someone.


Not only the verbal tactics, but even the dodging postures and escape skills are so practiced—he must have secretly practiced to avoid getting beaten up.


This is no longer just an ordinary lawless man; a heavy punch is a must!


And it must be a combo technique with coordination!


Chapter 237: Explosion is Art