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

In short, Nordic mythology and the Celtic-Irish system exhibit a variety of borrowings and fusions, and it's very likely that the two had made contact and connection in the early days of mythology.


As Luo En sorted through various pieces of information in his mind, he pieced together the answers with great interest.


But just as he was lost in thought, a harsh light flashed in Freya's downcast eyes, and her right hand suddenly bent into a claw, reaching out as fast as Lightning.


As a Valkyrie who had experienced blood and fire, she was no delicate and gullible flower but a Rose with thorns.


Becoming a captive willingly was never her style.


You're only to blame for being foolish. You believe what a woman says?


Freya sneered inwardly, her right hand reaching for her opponent's throat even faster.


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