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

As the challengers sent by both sides closed in to less than ten meters, the figure shrouded in the cloak struck the first blow.


A harsh, purple-red sword light exploded in the chamber, rushing forth rapidly.


Diana instinctively moved to the right, sidestepping to evade.


The sharp flow of light brushed past her and neatly sliced through the layers of defensive charms surrounding her.


The next second, without losing momentum, the purple-red blade crashed into the marble load-bearing column at the edge of the venue, turning the several-meters-thick sturdy stone—which seemed like butter cut by a red-hot knife—into a neatly smooth incision.


Chapter 137: Are You Capable or What, Small Fry?