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

"So you mean, that Divine Era must experience its full glory and downfall, and then be plucked by your hand as the 'fruit' of destiny."


Luo En fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking.


The Three Fates nodded, pointing to the world's wall that was beginning to crack, and solemnly reminded,


"There isn't much time left, you'd best make a choice quickly."


Luo En's gaze swept over each familiar, slumbering shadow in the realm of the gods, his eyes flashed, speaking slowly,


"I'm willing to cooperate, but not with you!"


As soon as his words landed, the flittering figures of The Three Fates were slapped into the Kabbalah Tree of Life, merging into a certain body.


At the same time, a figure in a black gossamer dress materialized from the light and shadow cast by the Kabbalah Tree of Life.


Luo En turned to Hecate behind him, asking in a deep voice,


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