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

At night, Cassandra suddenly sat up from the bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.


Burning Troy, piles of corpses, one by one, her fallen relatives before her eyes, and herself being violated and walking toward death...


Everything was incredibly real, incredibly cruel.


And as time passed, her perception of that scene became clearer and more pronounced.


It was as if the nightmare was about to turn into reality, with the future right before her eyes.


Cassandra gasped for air, her eyes brimming with fear and struggle.


Her ability to foresee the future saw what was to come but was powerless to change it; this divine grace was more a curse than a blessing.


Perhaps this was punishment for her refusal of that Chief God.


Cassandra bit her cherry lips, then raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, put on her clothes, and walked into the adjacent sickroom.


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