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

As the class bell rang, Luo En sat on the chair, striking a rather casual pose:


"This class, we're having art lessons."


No sooner had he spoken than Nero excitedly lunged forward:


"Great, let me help you take off your clothes first!"


As the toga draped over his body was pulled to his waist, Luo En came to a realization:


"Yes, discarding the excess and returning to nature is the most beautiful art!"


Nero nodded in agreement, continuing to tug down the toga, while comforting him,


"Teacher, don't be shy. I promise to capture your most beautiful side on the drawing."


Seeing his clothes nearly pulled below his waist, anger welled up in Luo En, and with fury he grabbed a book from the table and delivered a series of strikes to the wild head in front of him:


"A nude model, huh? Art, is it? Dare to strip my clothes in public, you rebel!"


Nero shielded his head in defense, still protesting in grievance:


Chapter 17: Come on, take off your clothes_2