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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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498 Chs

Chapter 265: The Defeat of the Minotaur

Dust swirled, and the ground shook in waves.

The Queen of the Heavens, who had broken all moral taboos and cast aside self-restraint, unleashed a savage and domineering demand on the prey beneath her claws like never before.

Pain! Excruciating pain!

As if his bones were being crushed inch by inch, and his flesh torn layer by layer.

Luo En, the victim, grimaced in agony, wanting to speak out against the violence, but the descending cherry lips silenced the words that surged to his throat.

Sweet, with the rich fragrance of fermented fruit—it felt as if a jar of ancient Ambrosial Honey Wine had been unsealed.

Hera's eyes narrowed, her frenzied expression became even more indulgently intoxicated; her nimble tongue pried open the "clay seal" and "wooden stopper"—the two tightly shut defenses—and slipped into the moist "bottle mouth," voraciously sucking on the stored, deliciously sweet "nectar."