Hello there, here is another chapter of Love, dungeon, deities, and I, the advisor of a love goddess.

Man, this blowed up more than I expected.

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"That's the fourth cup this day," said a rather annoyed and probably worried blonde elf.

"I need this," I said as I downed the holy beverage of the divine. "I have so much headache just by making sure that none of those idiots do something stupid."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Trying to drink our boss's bath water." And with those words, a lot of the waitresses looked at me. I could feel the disgust aimed my way.

"I see."

"That's just the first thing in the morning whenever I try to take a bath!" Why can't those idiots be like normal people?! "And guess what! That's not even one of the top ten!"

"I shouldn't ask," Syr, you asshole! This is your fault! You hear me, Freya! "But what happened next?"

"They tried to kill each other for a chance to hold her used clothes." Strangely enough, both Anya and Mia could feel my pain.

"So, they still do those things..." I heard Mia mutter under her breath.

"I had to watch as some of them tried to make a statue of my boss using her used clothes... one of them even try to marry a (probably) very old, unwashed underwear." I need a brain bleach.

"..."

"I saw some of them fucking those clothes! What the fuck?! If they were that desperate, then why not go fuck themselves?!" I mean, I was probably suffering from mental degradation and loss of sanity but that?! "I mean, I summon eldritch beings that could make people lose their minds just by trying to comprehend it."

"Ren..."

"You know what the worst part is?" I asked them, and I could feel the sympathetic looks Anya and Mia gave me. Luckily, the Hostess was almost empty. "I was the one in charge of doing the laundry! And I have to fight them all off at the same time!"

"Ren!" Suddenly, I felt Anya latch herself onto me. How?! Impossible!

"Could it be?" Oh shit! I could feel an evil glare on me! Begone demon! I have finally found her. "at last... after all this time."

"Mood-Kindred..." With that, Anya removed herself from me, and we gave each other a long look.

"There is no need to explain." I told her with a nod. "I have finally found you, Mood-kindred"

"The horrors."

"The pain,"

"Mood Kindred?!" I asked once again as I looked at her. I knew what to do.

I met her eyes, and before we knew it, we already had each other in each other's arms.

"MOOD KINDRED! "

Finally, I have found my mood kindred. I could feel the stress and sorrow escape through the comfort of the embrace my mood kindred and I shared.

Nothing can stop us now!

"Ren," A certain short stack of a cat said as soon as I entered the Familia home.

Except him.

"What is it?" I asked as I looked around. I had a bad feeling about this, and I prepared myself to summon my baby, Cerberus, a triple-barreled revolver.

"I have decided. You will help me repair my relationship with Anya."

"..."

"Ren?"

"..."

"Are you alright?"

"..."

"Freya," My patron, who arrived earlier than I to cook for the others, poked her head out of the kitchen. "I hate you."

Gasps echoed around the entire manor, yet a smile formed on her face.

"I love you too, Ren."

"... I hate you so much," I said as I could feel the glare of the countless members of the Familia, except for Allen, Ottar, and my best man, my fellow delusional chuuni, Dain-Paisen!

A couple of days after meeting my Mood-Kindred, being hired by Allen to help his relationship with his sister, and earning the ire of many Familia members from the 'Simp' faction, I am now in the dungeon.

Shocking, I know.

I took a quest to deliver something to Rivira. Armed with a simple cutlass laced with numerous poisons and summoning one of my armory's first weapons, a heavily customized M1911 that can sure magic instead of bullets.

Moving as quickly as I could while using my cutlass to kill any monster that got too close and using several no-chant Devouring apocalypses to recover my mana and some stamina, I found myself on the tenth floor in only 10 minutes.

Yes! Feel my rage! Feel the pain and suffering I suffered! Feel the wrath of a min-maxer plagued with the headaches of the stupidity of simps!

HAHAHAHA

"Cruz?" Eh?

Flicking the blood off my cutlass, I turned around and saw a green-cloaked figure with a mask.

"Lyon?" I asked before looking at her.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you a level 1 and started just 2 months ago?" Is that, worry I hear?

"Oh, I'm fine! Just on a quest to deliver something to Rivira." I said as I raised my gun and fired a focused version of a fireball shaped like a bullet that killed a war shadow from behind me without looking. "You?"

"I'm heading to Rivira."

"Wanna party up?" I asked as I gave her a smile... a smile hidden under the Jetstream Sam style mask I had on me.

"Very well." She said with a nod.

Knowing what to do, I aimed my gun at the dying corpses of the monsters. Activating my skill, Devouring apocalypse, at full power, only taking a minute to charge, I pulled the trigger.

A writhing mass of tentacles and teeth erupted from my gun, swallowing the monster's whole before returning to the barrel of my gun. A dark inky liquid spilled from the gun itself and was absorbed by my hand.

"Come on," I said to her as I went on my merry way.

At least fighting for your life in the dungeon was way better than dealing with those idiots.

Yes! Our boy found his mood-kindred! What ill happen next? please tune in and find out.