Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

They discovered that their goddess had created a brand-new, cutting-edge technology that combined divine arts and magic.

Onio, the supposedly prim and proper little beauty, once again launched into a theatrical display of flattery, going on for several minutes straight.

Unfortunately, the literary works she usually comes into contact with are all clichés written casually by wandering poets decades ago, and are extremely greasy.

Roland got goosebumps from listening, but because of her goddess image, she couldn't bring herself to rub his shoulders.

Fortunately, Durra couldn't hold back any longer and took the initiative to change the subject.

"My Goddess, does this stitching array have any special function?"

Although this was an attempt to change the subject, she was genuinely filled with curiosity.

When she saw Roland drawing a magic circle on the ground before, she had already asked Roland about the specific function of the magic circle.

However, at the time, Roland avoided her question, citing that it had not yet been tested.

Now that they've brought in Onio as a technician, they should be able to give a straight answer, right?

"Its function..."

Roland pinched her chin, pondering how to explain to the natives of the other world what an "Internet server" on Earth was.

However, the idea of ​​establishing an internet in another world is still just a pipe dream.

If someone who's only scratching the surface tries to show off but can't deliver, they might damage the goddess's credibility.

So Roland only gave a vague answer.

"Just think of it as an enhanced version of communication magic."

"Is it just a communication spell?"

As expected, Durra showed a disappointed expression.

She wasn't skilled in magic array techniques, and when she saw Onio so excited, she thought it was something powerful.

Was it just a communication spell?

While this technology isn't exactly ubiquitous, it's already quite mature in the market. The only differences are the cost and quality.

However, there is an unchanging law governing the free market.

The more mature a technology is, the more competing products will be available on the market.

The more competitors there are, the less bargaining power a business has, and the lower the price of its goods.

Similarly, profits will decrease accordingly.

It doesn't seem like something that can make money.

Roland pretended not to notice the disappointment in Durra's tone.

Let alone the natives of another world, even Earthlings are unfamiliar with the internet.

In 1991, when the Internet had just been unbanned for commercial use and emerged from the laboratory, people generally believed that it was just a toy for a small group of enthusiasts, and that telegraph, telephone, and cable television were already sufficient to meet people's social and entertainment needs.

Back then, no one could have imagined that in just thirty years, the Internet would completely change the world, become the foundation of modern society, and even spur the next technological revolution.

The same script will be played out once again in another world.

Roland's lips curled into a crooked smile, subtly revealing an air of arrogance and confidence. She tried to suppress the urge to show off and answered in a calm tone.

"Yes, this thing is communication magic, but it has been slightly improved in terms of range, communication duration, duration, and scalability."

"The most urgent task now is to have Onio optimize and perfect this stitched magic circle so that it can truly demonstrate its application value."

When Onio heard Roland mention her, she snapped to attention.

Her stiff expression, which had only lasted a few seconds, crumbled again, transforming into a greasy, fawning smile.

Fortunately, this time she wasn't trying to flatter Roland, but rather patted her chest and assured him.

"My Goddess, Onio is happy to serve you."

"I will optimize this magnificent magical creation for you, even without eating, drinking, or sleeping!"

Onio's words were not just empty talk.

If Roland needs her, she can really work around the clock.

With her advanced superhuman physique and various restorative potions, she could easily work at high intensity for half a month, until her body convulses, she faints, her eyes roll back, and she loses consciousness with her tongue sticking out.

Roland knew this was no joke.

Although she was somewhat tempted, her wavering moral compass prevented the capitalist ideas from taking hold of her mind.

There's an old Chinese saying that goes something like this.

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

If you yourself cannot accept working non-stop, then don't order Onio to work overtime continuously.

Workers are not machines. Even those who are extraordinary are still living, breathing human beings whose flesh and blood cannot withstand endless oppression and exploitation.

Moreover, optimizing the stitching array is a highly sophisticated technical task that allows no room for carelessness.

If Onio causes trouble due to overwork and damages the stitching array, Roland won't be able to create a new one.

Thinking of this, Roland gave Onio a gentle smile.

"Onyo, my job here is 9 to 5, with weekends off, and I never force anyone to work overtime."

"I have only one requirement for you: slow and steady wins the race—I'd rather you slow down the optimization process than compromise the stability and quality of the stitching array."

As for salary and benefits, Roland did not mention them.

She's currently using all her faith points to repair her bottomless pit of divine kingdom, so she won't be able to learn the Goddess of Wealth's exclusive skills anytime soon, nor will she be able to give any substantial rewards.

In reality, however, Durra would definitely increase Onio's salary, which would be considered an indirect way of paying her wages.

As for my share, I can only get compensation when my faith points return to positive.

On the other side, Onio stared blankly at the gentle smile Roland gave her.

The Goddess of Wealth is indeed as gentle and loving as the elders of the clan have described, perfectly matching my expectations and imagination.

It was so good!

……

On Sundays in Black Iron City, the sun is not shining brightly because it cannot be seen from the dark underground.

The surrounding fluorescent plants were particularly active, casting a light blue veil over the entire city and creating a "sunny day" unique to the underground world.

As summer approaches and the temperature remains pleasantly mild, people are taking advantage of the holidays to go out and spend money.

Since the Church of Vulcan settled in Black Iron City, bringing with it a large number of high-quality and inexpensive goods from the mortal world, Black Iron City's internal market and external trade have become bustling again.

Merchants from surrounding areas flocked to the city, boosting the development of the transportation, tourism, and entertainment industries.

Roland's Rotating Goldfinch Tavern also benefited from the economic boom, with the tavern bustling with people and travelers coming and going!

But Roland was not happy.

Because she was being harassed by a greasy suitor.

"Miss Laura, Lady Onio is here again. She has booked the luxurious terrace seats at the aristocratic restaurant and is insisting on seeing you."

Tess opened the office door, walked briskly to Roland's side, and held up a magical drawing board with words written on it.

Unable to speak, she could only communicate the unexpected situation downstairs to Roland in writing.

Well... it wasn't really an unexpected situation.

Roland's lips twitched slightly involuntarily.

Three weeks ago, she received Onio as a goddess.

This rigid and devout dwarf mage inexplicably became attached to him.

Every weekend, Onio would excitedly say goodbye to Dura and dash off to the Lower City to visit the Spinning Sparrow.

Moreover, he always spent lavishly, booking the luxurious terrace seating on the second floor and the presidential suite, inviting Roland to breakfast, lunch, candlelight dinner, and late-night snack.

Not only that, they will also give extremely expensive gifts, ranging from magical items to gem jewelry.

Roland was quite certain that Onio had not seen through her disguise.

But why is she so enthusiastic?

I just can't figure it out!

Tess noticed Roland's dilemma and immediately wrote something on the magic drawing board.

"Miss Laura, do you need an excuse to avoid Lady Onio?"

"Forehead……"

Roland was somewhat tempted, but ultimately shook her head and smiled wryly.

"No, I'd better go downstairs."

"No matter what, Miss Onio is one of us."