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

Seated beneath the gazebo, the brothers, Thanatos, the God of Death, and Hypnos, the God of Sleep, looked at the soul stones on the table that had turned pitch black and frowned at each other.


"The more heavily guarded the place is, the more likely it is that the Mother Goddess is imprisoned there."


Hearing this, the God of Death couldn't help but nod slightly.


"You have a point, it seems we've found the right direction."


Hypnos, swirling the tea in his cup, asked his older brother.


Like them, Ferryman Charon was a creation of Nyx's divinity, regarding the Queen of Hell, Hecate, as their Mother Goddess.


"Let's not. That guy is too greedy and careless; telling him too much would only spoil things."


The God of Death waved his hand, dismissing his brother's suggestion.


Hypnos rubbed his sore brow, feeling a headache coming on.


Chapter 9: Divine Era Intelligence Crisis