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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 · 幻想
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Chapter 209: Pay More, Bastard!

Feeling an overwhelming aura of death and decay bearing down, Luo En's halo behind him spun as he transformed into his fifth incarnation, the "Warrior." The blood of the War God within him instantly boiled, bursting into rampant flames of combat desire, which blazed like crimson flames erupting from the pores and acupoints all over his body.

— Oh, blood of Ares, be shattered here, be utterly destroyed here!

In a silent murmur, Luo En twisted his body backward, his right hand feigning a grip. The red and black spear of nation-creation manifested in his palm, fiercely thrust upward. A tyrannical and unruly force, combined with the deadly intent of extinction, turned into tangible crimson waves, rolling forward and drowning the dreamlike golden light inch by inch.