The Greece Antagonist

Stheno and Euryale not only had no intention of offering thanks but instead lounged lazily in their chairs, lifting teacups filled with rosewater to their lips, while making faces and teasingly laughing. With immortality ensuring they wouldn't be harmed, even a direct hit from falling debris wasn't enough to cause anything more than a bruise. Luo En glanced at the somewhat chaotic construction site, a vein bulging on his forehead, and without a word, he yanked the two shirking vixens up from their seats. "Feeling itchy for trouble again, huh? Get up and get back to work!" However, instead of showing any remorse, the two troublemakers doubled down. They wrapped their arms around Luo En's elbows, hanging off him like koalas and rubbing up and down. "Mmm, Luo En, that's quite a bold invitation, are you asking me to take your left side?" "Then I'll take the right side—Little Medusa's out of space tonight." The two sisters, who enjoyed causing trouble, flirted with their brother-in-law with giggles, pulling out the Shadow Crystal Stone they carried to record the moment. They planned to gift their younger sister with the footage later. "Bang! Bang!" But immediately, fists of discipline crashed down on the heads of Euryale and Stheno causing the mischief-makers to nurse their head bumps and squat on the ground, tracing circles in resentment and puffing up in protest at someone's mercilessness. "Damn it, I'm a beloved goddess, you heartless brute, you have no idea how to cherish beauty!" "That's right, Euryale and I are so adorable, no man can resist our charisma. How dare you mistreat two cute goddesses—such a blockhead without an appreciation for beauty, your heart must be made of stone!" Luo En casually cleaned his ears, disdainfully looked over the "adorable" goddesses, and his gaze finally rested on the number 45 steel plates on their chests, his eyes filled with disgust. "Psh, even if I was dying of thirst at night, I wouldn't be interested in two undeveloped fried eggs." Undeveloped... fried eggs? Hearing this new descriptor, Euryale and Stheno's faces stiffened. They glanced at their flat chests, and as the verbal blows piled on, veins bulged on their foreheads like earthworms, and their pretty faces seethed with resentment. "You jerk, don't you know what cute is! Preserving youth is the gold standard for a goddess, okay!" "Ha, fried eggs? That's hilarious." Meanwhile, Circe, holding her staff, poked her head out from the line next to them, joining the laughter with an air of schadenfreude. Euryale rolled her eyes, and without reservation, retorted sharply. "What are you laughing at, you're just another fried egg!" "..." Circe's laughter stopped abruptly. Her face turned red, and she defiantly pointed to a minimal curve she managed to squeeze out from her chest. "I am not a fried egg! I've developed just fine!" "Yeah, yeah, so fine that nobody wants you." The more sly eldest sister, Stheno, chimed in with a vicious quip. "But don't worry, your apprentice—we've tested him, and he was great, and very... smooth." Her delicate face, with its serpentine charm, was adorned by a playful tongue licking her lips. But with that metaphorical knife thrust, Circe's defenses crumbled, and she charged at them with fists ready. "You two shameless serpents dare to touch my apprentice! I'll fight you!" "You scared, silly bird? I'll pluck you bare today!" "Hehe, flustered, are you? Is it because you can't have any?" Just as the three goddesses, hardly different in height, were about to collide and erupt into a messy fight, the hand of justice descended. "The three of you, get back to work right now, or would you rather I throw you all back to War God Mountain?" Astraea, clad in her Libra Palace's Golden Saint Cloth, arrived and subdued the unruly trio with firm resolve. Seeing that massive fist and the sparkling Golden Saint Cloth, Stheno, Euryale, and Circe instinctively shrank back, resigned to lowering their heads and slipping into a laborer's state of mind. "Alright, that's enough, you guys chat." After restoring order, Astraea waved her hands familiarly at the two of them, her bright smile as if she was greeting old friends. Old friends? A jolt ran through Luo En's mind as he stiffly turned his neck toward the figure in white beside him, tentatively calling out. "Thetis?" Under the moonlight, the wise goddess blinked but remained silent. And silence sometimes is the answer. Clearly, the Athena standing before Luo En was none other than his real wife, Thetis. She had resorted to a surprise check? How despicable! Luo En patted his chest, relieved and somewhat grateful after the fright. Thankfully, he had been behaving himself lately; otherwise, he would have been caught red-handed. Meanwhile, in the yard of the Cainis family's home, Cerberus, who was munching on a honey cake on the ground, seemed to sense something. With an excited growl, he happily leaped over the wall and dashed towards a certain location in the city. "What's gotten into that dog? I'll check it out." At the table, Hera was chatting with her daughter Hebei. She shook her head with a smile and stood up to follow.