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

Half an hour later, at the War God Mountain meeting hall,


The God of Death and the God of Sleep, two brothers eagerly waiting, finally received a formal invitation to meet, so they stood up under the guidance of Circe and Medea and came to the inner council hall.


As soon as they entered, the stunningly beautiful visage of a beauty dazzling to all creatures caught the brothers' eyes.


She was a calamitously beautiful woman clad in an elegant black gown that gracefully flowed down to her feet, radiating a mysterious charm.


Her pristine feet were naked, resting in Greek-style sandals, each of her slender, lustrous toes adorned with a delicate gold ring.


Undoubtedly, the lady's feet were petite and exquisite. The arches slightly raised, her skin so fair it seemed to shame frost and snow, the veins delicately noticeable as if the feet were carved from fine jade—truly a God-sent blessing for those obsessed with feet, irresistible to hold in one's hands and cherish.


Chapter 121 Are We All Just a Part of Your Play?