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

The next day, the sun was bright, and the sky was cloudless.


Accompanied by a stir in the flowerbed, Hera rubbed her sleepy eyes, awakening from her deep slumber.


"Awake? Come on, change into your clothes."


The familiar, gentle voice came from outside; Teacher Luo En stood on the roadside, holding her black and green battle garment that could control Death Divinity, smiling.


A breeze blew by, and Hera looked down at her clothes that were nearly corroded away, she suddenly realized and hurriedly took the battle garment her teacher handed her, quickly dressing herself neatly.


Luo En looked her over carefully, then smiled in admiration:


"Hmm, not bad, valiant and impressive, this suit also suits you well."


Hearing this, Hera's resistance to the battle garment eased slightly, and a hint of a smile couldn't help but appear on her cold face.


Just as she wanted to get closer to her teacher, a dull cough came from the side.


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