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

Hearing his good brother's reminder, Odin gradually calmed down, but his expression was still bitter:


"So what? Both grandfather and father have been killed. Even if the Ancestor Giant is weak now, I'm afraid I'm no match for him."


"Having drunk so much Honey Wine and after a high-intensity battle, what is the Ancestor Giant most likely to do once the danger is past?"


The Honey Wine he drank was mixed with his Divine Blood; the effect wouldn't fade so easily.


Moreover, according to the Giants' habit of eating prey raw, the fallen Divine Ancestor Buri and Divine King Bao'er had most likely ended up in the belly of the Ancestor Giant, Ymir.


Such a massive influx of Divinity into his body, along with the intoxication from the blood-infused wine seeping deep into the marrow, Ymir was bound to be more heavily intoxicated than before, sleeping even more soundly.


Chapter 4 Fooling the Gods' Mischief (6.1k)_3