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

Amid this unprecedented sensory stimulation, Olvir laughed heartily as he looked at the knight who had killed the enormous wolf on the snowy field and was now charging at him with a lance. He slowly spoke:


"I am the serpent of the Mortal World, encircling the World, strangling warhorses, poisoning knights!"


No sooner had his words fallen than the entire pale snowfield shook violently. A giant serpent over a hundred meters long burst forth from the ground, flipping the charging warhorse onto the ground and twisting it into shredded flesh. Then it opened its gaping maw, and its fangs ruthlessly pierced the knight's body, with Poison Liquid crazily injected into him.


Luo En spat out a mouthful of Golden Blood as if struck by a thunderbolt, clutching his chest, as if feeling a strongly corrosive poison racing through his body, frantically destroying the vitality within.


Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers?_2