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

Two figures, one chasing and the other fleeing, were rapidly weaving through the dense forest. The strong wind pressure tore through the surrounding air, creating sharp howls.


Accompanied by a deep shout, Hercules, trailing slightly, took the opportunity to throw the unnamed axe-sword from his body, using the rotational force of his waist.


Suddenly, the stone blade traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, chopping down several large trees in one fell swoop.


One by one, the massive trees, large enough to be embraced by several people, thunderously fell, blocking the escapee's path with rising dust.


"Who are you? What is your purpose for breaking into the Royal Palace of Thessaly in the dead of night?"


As Hercules coldly inquired, he walked forward to try pulling out the unnamed axe-sword that was embedded in the ground.


However, the moment his hand was about to touch the hilt, piercing sounds of cutting air resounded around him.


Chapter 77: Passionate Stabbing Between a Kind Master and a Filial Disciple (5k)