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

Listening to the surrounding tremors fading away, the Argo Heroes, feeling as though they had narrowly escaped death, slumped against the dark stone walls, gasping heavily.


A deep voice came from the darkness, and a tall shadow in the corner removed its black robe, revealing a rugged and resolute cheek under the fluorite's faint light.


"Prometheus?" Chiron tentatively asked.


"Yes, it's me." The tall, strong man nodded slightly.


Upon hearing this, the Argo Heroes turned their heads to look at him in unison, unable to help but hold the man before them in great respect.


The Fire Stealer Prometheus, the original creator of humankind, the god who brought fire and light, was also the pathfinder for human civilization to reach this point.


In a sense, these heroes who carried a part of human blood were the descendants of the man before them.


Chapter 108 Zeus: Flavorful, No Need for Much Salt!