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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 · Fantasia
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451 Chs

Chapter 181: The Self-Cultivation of Chinese Chives (4.1k)_2

"What?"

Upon hearing those words, Pentheus couldn't help but rise angrily from his throne, lashing out at the commander of the Imperial Guard.

"What are you all doing? Can't you even watch over a mere hundred or so prisoners? They're all sick and weak, old and frail!"

Listening to the king's rebuke, the returning commander of the Imperial Guard also wore an expression of grievance.

"Your Majesty, this really isn't our fault. By the time we got to the dungeon, the prison doors were already open, and the jailers were lying around as if they were drunk and unconscious. Then, in a blink of an eye, those prisoners vanished before our very eyes, leaving only a pile of handcuffs and shackles that had fallen off by themselves in their cells."

"If they've escaped, then go find them! Go catch them! The families of many heretics are still in the city; they can't have gone far!"