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

Upon seeing Luo En and his company arrive, Hercules' rugged face broke into a smile. He quickly got up and waved, inviting the influential member of the Dionysian Sect to sit next to him and drink merrily together.


Luo En smiled and nodded, accepting the invitation to sit next to Hercules. Helen, Medea, Hippolyta, and Cainis followed suit.


The twins and Telamon naturally took their seats opposite them, joining the three representatives from the Sea God Temple.


With everyone officially in place, King Admetos clapped his hands, summoning the maids to present a sumptuous feast and prized wines, to entertain the allies from afar.


Rising to glance around, Admetos displayed a humble and courteous smile, unconcerned about flaunting his royal status, and personally served wine to each table, expressing his gratitude earnestly.


The allies present represented not only themselves but also the forces behind them, and honestly, he could not afford to offend any of them.


Chapter 50 The Essence of Backstabbing