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

Caught off guard, the Titan King felt a shock in his brain—an onslaught of voices rose around his ears, everything in front of him blurred into white, and he inadvertently paused, causing the dark scythe in his descent to cleave the air.


The next moment, a bone-piercing, excruciating pain shot from his elbow, and his entire left palm flew off instantaneously, spouting golden-red divine blood from the ferocious wound.


Kronos couldn't help but scream, he switched to holding the black scythe with one hand and furiously slashed at the figure in front who had brought him pain and humiliation.


Ants! Bugs! How dare you injure this King's Divine Body!


His intense resentment drove the scythe's sharpness to its limits, but when a familiar sensation of hollow cutting came from the front, the Titan King looked towards the figure dissipating into a mist in mid-air, and his face drastically changed.


Chapter 89, Legendary Durable King Kronos (5.1k)_3