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

The first battle was lost, and Agamemnon felt disgraced.


Subsequently, after leading his remaining defeated soldiers from the battlefield, he darkly entered his own tent.


"Back so soon? It seems your luck isn't very good."


A languid voice emanated from the throne as a ravishing figure lay sideways behind a curtain, gently swirling a crystal glass in her pale, slender fingers, containing wine as crimson as blood under the radiance of the fluorite lamp, presenting an alluring hue.


She was a woman whose appearance immediately inspired thoughts of "bed," her dark purple hair sprawled over her half-bare shoulders like snakes, her tempting face radiated a soul-stealing charisma, and her seductive body made one itch to strip her bare and forcefully ravage her beneath them.


However, merely glancing from afar, Agamemnon quickly bowed his head, suppressing the somewhat uncontrollable Divine Blood within him, as a faint sense of fear and apprehension arose in his heart.


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