The Greece Antagonist

A plump and sturdy Golden Hound came trotting over, guided by the scent.

The Goddess of the Hunt contentedly ruffled its head and then took out her Bow and Arrows, drew a few characters in Hermes Script with her finger, and summoned back two Golden-Horned Deer leisurely munching on tender leaves behind the hill. Along with the Golden Hound, busy gnawing on bones, she leapt onto her beloved chariot and soared off to the hunting grounds of the Arcadian Mountains, to indulge in the entertainment that followed her main meal.

As the silvery light vanished into the horizon, two cautious figures finally dared to emerge from around the corner of the corridor. They tiptoed their way to the door and quietly slipped inside.

At that moment, the room was in complete disarray—tables, chairs, and benches were broken into pieces. The floor, ceiling, and walls were covered with frightening scratches, bite marks, trampling, and impact marks. Everything was a mess as though it had been a battlefield. A strange scent, a mix of flowers and wine, permeated the air.

On the full-metal bed, its Mountain Copper decorative headposts twisted violently into spirals, lay a young male deity with slightly sunken eye sockets and hair in wild disarray. He slumped at the head of the bed, spread out in the shape of a "太" character, not moving for a long time, like a piece of dried-up grass devoid of moisture, gazing sadly at the ceiling.

Since the battle of Thessaly, he had been tossed around by various formidable women in succession for three straight months.

Sometimes it was a solo venture, at other times, a group activity;

Sometimes it was a quick encounter, other times a scripted play;

Sometimes it followed a traditional route, while sometimes it featured rough and tumble;

To make matters worse, some had even resorted to props and Magic Potion...

With such intense confrontations, Luo En felt more exhausted than after fighting two battles of Thessaly; his fine wine of self, squeezed nearly dry to dregs.

When would this life end?

Luo En pressed his waist, which seemed to be whining faintly, and turned to look at the two delicate figures who had entered. A dry smile squeezed onto his face.

"Anna, little Medea, what brings you two here?"

"You haven't eaten for days, we've brought some food for you..."

"We just made it."

The two youngsters with purple hair exchanged glances. While responding, they carried the food box to the bedside.

Hearing these warm words, Luo En was nearly moved to tears.

Those insatiable nymphomaniacs could surely learn from this genuine tenderness and care. They were only concerned with whether he had eaten, not bothering whether he was still hungry.

"What did you bring today? Let me see..."

Luo En was smiling as he opened the food box, but his voice stopped abruptly as soon as his eyes scanned over the contents of the pots and jars and the various roots and herbs floating inside. He silently closed the lid.

Seeing this, Medea couldn't help but urge, "Eat, why don't you eat?"

"Yes, while it's hot," Medusa whispered in agreement, looking just as eager.

Luo En's eyelid twitched as he gazed solemnly at the two caring little comforts in front of him:

"What's in the ingredients?"

"Some tonics..."

"For nourishing the body..."

Medea and Medusa replied earnestly, their concern apparent.

Luo En's eyes flickered with skepticism as he pushed the food box back with a fake smile.

"No need for tonics, I'm quite well! If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

With that, he leaped from the bed and made for the door.

But before he had taken more than a few steps, Medusa became agitated and quickly moved to block him.

"You can't go!"

"Why not?"

Luo En looked at them puzzled, without pausing his steps.

In desperation, little Medea blurted out.

"Because we paid money!"

"Ah?"

Luo En froze on the spot at this unexpected answer. He then smiled slyly and asked,

"What money?"

Little Medea, realizing her slip of tongue, guiltily averted her gaze, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Unperturbed, Luo En turned his beaming smile to Medusa.

"Anna, you've always been the obedient one, never lied to me before. Come on, what's going on?"

Eventually, under Luo En's relentless psychological coercion, the morally inclined Medusa surrendered and confessed the truth,

"Yes, it's the money to schedule you..."

As Medusa stuttered out the whole affair, Luo En's face turned from white to blue, from blue to black, and from black to green, his hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.

He now seemed to understand why, whenever he tried to leave in the past three months, old lovers from all over would block him on his way out.

It turns out someone had sold him out!

Indeed, this wasn't just a figure of speech, but literally.

On War God Mountain, there existed a nefarious force that monitored his every move, pinpointed his available times, and secretly auctioned these time slots. Based on the highest bidder, they arranged services for him.

They even hired third-rate Athenian playwrights to craft various scenarios for favorites to choose from.

No wonder his schedule for the last three months from dawn to dusk was always so packed...

No wonder scenarios involving imprisonment, ample bosoms, and outrageous comic plotlines were rampant around him...

Secret bidding, queue reservations, paid services...

From another perspective, wasn't this basically a courtesan in a brothel, forced to put on a smile for customers from all directions?

So, what about him? Was he War God Mountain's top courtesan?

Coming to this realization, Luo En's face was etched with dark lines, and he asked ominously,

"Who did this?"