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 master and disciple both came downstairs with a pair of dark circles under their eyes, sitting at the dining table in a daze, staring at each other.


One closed their eyes, and all they saw was the horrifying image of Zeus tearing off a toga and charging at them as Ghost Father;


The other closed their eyes, and their mind was filled with endless R-rated scenes, being tormented from morning till night...


Vivian muttered a curse, planning to heal her wounded body and mind with a hearty breakfast:


"Boss, a pot of hot honey wine, a plate of pickled meat, and some random desserts." 


From the fluent ordering, it seemed this Lake Fairy often wandered around human towns.


However, the dark-skinned cook and proprietress behind the counter shook her head expressionlessly:


"Then something simple, a plate of bread, some blood pudding, and a stew." Vivian relented unwillingly.


Chapter 109: The Greatest and Most Evil Despair Event in History (Requesting Votes at the Beginning of the Month)