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

Greece, upon the Sea of Okeanos, under a dark sky heavy with dense clouds.


An old, worn boat rocked side to side amidst the rolling waves, as an elderly fisherman in a linen shirt tightly clenched his frozen stiff fingers, struggling to pull in the fishing net he had cast.


As soon as the soaking wet net was dragged into the cabin, a skinny little girl carrying a small bucket excitedly rushed forward to search around.


However, the catch was meager; besides a few small fish that looked pitiful, there was nothing but rotten seaweed and a few pieces of broken wood.


Holding the bucket, which was light in weight, the girl pursed her dry, cracked lips, utterly disappointed.


"Don't worry, the next catch will definitely be better."


The old man comforted his granddaughter with a gentle voice before casting the net again.


But after several attempts, the fishing net brought up nothing substantial.


Now, not only the little girl but also the old man couldn't help feeling a bit impatient.


Chapter 129: The Gods Have Disappeared?