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

"Noble Giant, I've heard that your wisdom is unparalleled and you have reached the pinnacle in the art of the Illusion Technique. Although we meet on the battlefield, I still hold great respect for you. Fighting like monkeys over food and territory, swinging wooden clubs until we're bleeding, seems beneath our station. Deities should have a way of dueling that befits deities. How about we switch to a more civilized game to decide the ownership of Midgard? What do you say?"


Hearing Luo En's laughter as he mused, the surrounding Giants wielding magic wands, like Saki and Scadi, and those armed with wooden clubs turned as black as the bottom of a pot in the face of such a proposition.


However, before they could react, Olvir showed interest:


"We shall use language and will to conjure images; to see whose power is stronger, whose thinking is broader, and who is more deserving to rule over Midgard."


Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers?