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

At that moment, Cainis, who was up ahead chastising two provocateurs, saw that they were still not responding and likewise lost her patience; her long spear that was both black and coarse was raised aloft.


"Not talking, huh? Then there's no need to speak!"


Luo En was idly toying with his wine cup, watching with a cold eye.


Cainis was not known for her good temper, and the Divine Era was far from a civilized and courteous time.


Killing for wealth, for beauty, for spite, for honor... Such cases where an argument escalated into a life-and-death struggle were almost a daily occurrence.


If you don't have the strength, but still pretend to be tough, you better be prepared to face the consequences.


Just as Cainis's long, black, and coarse spear whistled down, a nimble figure rushed in from the entrance, grabbing hold of her spear.


Chapter 72: Failing to Show Off and Getting Screwed Over