Is it wrong to have divine blessings in the Dungeon?

Is it wrong to have divine blessings in the Dungeon?

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Bell Cranel arrives in Orario hoping to become a hero. But after several rejections, he ends up under the blessing of a peculiar goddess: Hestia. Everything seems normal... until Bell awakens an impossible ability: [Loved by the World], capable of granting him blessings according to his wishes. From mastering combat to avoiding confusing sugar with salt, Bell will discover that his path as an adventurer is about to become as unpredictable as it is ridiculously unique.
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This Is going to be a very different take on Danmachi Compared to Most Fanfictions! taking place during the Zeus and Hera Era of Orario... however why does Orario have to be the focal point? There happens to be quite a large Ocean and a supposed third unexplored part of the world. When grief ascends the coral throne, A prince shall rule, yet stand alone. The stars shall dim, the nobles press, And duty births a heart's distress. Three shall bind him to the flame- A knight of gold, a fox untamed, And Calypso, born of sea and song, Shall hold him when the nights grow long. Born of salt and sorrow's flame, The heir shall rise with none to name. A prince cast out, a pirate made, His blade shall dance where hope decayed. The Leviathan stirs in shadowed deep, Where fate and fear together sleep. A seal shall cry beneath the bones, And drown the Maw with ancient moans. The knight shall lose his guiding blade, The vixen's fire shall be unmade. The prince shall break, his crown undone, All lost beneath the dying sun. Two stars shall fall in silent flame, Their light consumed to forge his name. The boy shall grieve, the sea shall moan, Yet through their loss, he stands alone. When time unravels and stars mislead, A rabbit falls with urgent heed. Through shattered clocks and twisted skies, He warns the heir where ruin lies. Yet pride shall blaze in princely heart, Refusing fate to break apart. He shall rise to claim the sea, The land, the sky, and destiny. Though fire consumes his fleeting breath, He'll forge a world untouched by death. No crown shall weigh, no fear shall bind, While hope still burns within his mind. And in the wreckage, love shall bloom, A sea-born bride defies the gloom. She takes his hand, her voice the balm- And binds the storm with gentle calm.

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