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

As evening fell and the dark curtain descended, the wilderness was shrouded in silence. Four fluorite lamps hung on either side of the chariot, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps, casting a ghostly cold light that illuminated the path ahead. The wheels thundered past, sounding like rolling thunder in the open air, startling nearby birds and wild animals which abruptly woke, causing a rustling noise in the surrounding bushes.


In the cool moonlight, giant wolves the size of calves caught the scent of living humans, following the carriage. They leaped and bounded through the dense forests to either side and from behind, stirring up dust with their violent magic power. Trees blocking their way were shattered by a single swipe of their claws, sending white wood chips flying and leaving the air filled with the creaks and cracks of breaking wood.


Chapter 12 Teacher, you actually peeped at the girls bathing!