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The Greece Antagonist

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.

Purple Night Melody · Fantasy
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640 Chs

Chapter 46_2

"Okay, I'll accept this item and will definitely make good use of it. But if you stand against the Father God, I'll show no mercy!"

"As you wish."

Luo En waved his hand indifferently, watching Hercules leave the courtyard with a heavy heart, a pleased curve rising on his lips.

He said he didn't want it, yet his body was not quite honest, huh?

Even your own loyalty to that Father God doesn't seem as unshakable as you thought.

Plus, His Majesty the King of Gods of Olympus has a severe case of paranoia.

In his eyes, loyalty that's not absolute is absolutely disloyal.

Now that you have the stain of private gifting, you might soon find yourself dining with us rebels.

A certain scheming elder brother chuckled mischievously, raising his glass to salute the direction in which his younger brother Hercules had departed.

At night, Cainis, Medea, and Helen, having finished their duties, returned to the courtyard, one after another, dragging their weary bodies.