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

In but a moment's time, the monster had already healed substantially, its pitch-black vertical pupils filled with chilling anger, all focused on Hercules, who posed the greatest threat to it.


The Argo Heroes cursed silently as they saw the scene before them.


In that moment, Chiron pulled from his quiver a green-gold arrow inscribed with secret text and shot it into the heart of the serpentine-footed giant Perros.


A deathly gray aura spread from the arrow's tip, causing the giant, who had just risen, to fall again, with its healing and regeneration visibly slowing down.


But soon, the torn heart valves of the giant started to squirm, inch by inch pushing Chiron's arrow out of its body.


The God of Craftsmanship, Hephaestus, had once rushed to produce for the Argo Expeditionary Army's heroes a batch of Divine Artifacts specifically designed to target immortality.


The arrow that he had just fired was one of them.


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