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

Meanwhile, Luo En, standing in the shadows, watched the golden light soaring into the sky above the square and the dumbfounded crowd of onlookers. He couldn't help but shift his melancholy gaze toward the Spartan twins behind him:


"Didn't you ever mention what Helen did in the past at home?"


"We accidentally slipped up twice, once our brother and I were beaten half to death by our father and mother, and once Helen was grounded. After that, we never dared to bring it up again..."


"There's nothing we can do. Among the four siblings, she's the most favored one. Our father and mother dread even the slightest harm coming to her. If we revealed all the glorious history of her brawling with Magic Beasts, giants, and Titans outside, our bodies wouldn't have a single good spot left," Castor and Pollux complained in a bitterness mixed with schadenfreude.


Chapter 138: No Apples, How About Bananas?