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

Luo En fully expanded his senses, his divine-infused eyes scanning the surroundings and locking onto the faint trails of grey mist along the path through his night vision.


Direction at nine o'clock, two kilometers away!


Confirming the location, Luo En concealed his aura and sped up to catch up with the retreating Wild Hunt Army, quietly following the rear of the formation.


The Wild Hunt Army actively attacking the human city;


The transformed undead of mysterious origin;


The efficiency of slaughtering an entire town of a thousand overnight...


This sudden calamity was shrouded in an eerie aura, suggesting an intervention by deities.


Surely, it's not Scatha visiting from Scotland to Britain?


Luo En muttered to himself as he carefully shadowed the enemy.


The speed of the grey mist was incredibly fast, intentionally changing routes and maneuvering mid-journey.


Chapter 112: Brother, Passing the Torch?