Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After the turmoil caused by Serafie's visit, Roland was finally able to live a peaceful life.

The Krusty Krab has also expanded into a smaller Krusty Krab factory.

Apart from the dining area that was preserved for display, the rest of the space was built into an assembly-line kitchen.

Countless Krabby Patties are produced every day and shipped to various places.

The majority of these meals come from branches of the Church of Light and employee meals from businesses under the Steel Church.

Each Krabby Patty is wrapped in parchment paper printed with a cute cartoon version of Roland, and the parchment paper packaging is also covered with the Pink Harbor logo.

This allows Roland to accumulate a huge amount of faith points every day.

As for the economic benefits... well, that's rather meager.

The common people used copper coins as currency, and selling a Krabby Patty would net them less than 6 copper coins.

No matter how many are sold, it's hard to compare to the consumption of the extraordinary.

This is a class barrier deliberately created by the world.

"A basic healing technique that can cure all kinds of terminal illnesses (100 gold coins), easily obtained by extraordinary individuals."

"Ordinary people could never save enough gold coins for even one shot in their entire lives."

"It would be great if we could develop a cheap and effective healing technique."

"I'm eating a croissant," Roland said.

At that moment, she was enjoying a European-style lunch while talking to Jenny about the slums.

Jenny put down her knife and fork and responded with a wry smile.

"Only Miss Roland would think that way."

"In reality, people are still struggling to make ends meet, and when they get sick, many people just grit their teeth and endure it without even thinking about getting treatment."

"Thanks to you recently, people in the slums have been able to eat cheap meat, and far fewer people will starve to death in the winter."

Roland frowned.

"Will there still be people starving to death?"

Jenny paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, a lot of people from the slums die around this time of year."

She looked out the window. It was already the end of November, and the trees had completely lost their leaves, leaving only bare trunks, which looked very desolate.

Jenny felt a surge of relief.

If Roland hadn't taken them in, given the corrosive effects of magical pollution on their bodies, she and Renee would likely have tragically frozen to death in the snow.

Thinking of this, Jenny stood up and bowed deeply.

"Thank you so much for taking us sisters in."

Roland waved her hand dismissively and simply moved her stool next to Jenny.

"Don't be so polite. We've known each other for so long, we're good friends."

"Besides, you've helped me with so much work, and I haven't paid you yet."

Jenny looked at Roland as she approached, her eyes reddening.

She understood that Roland was trying to be affectionate and didn't want to put any pressure on her.

Although she only had the limited knowledge of a village girl, she also knew that Roland had always faced a lot of pressure.

Roland was like a wall, shielding her and her sister from the wind and snow of the capital and freeing them from a life of poverty.

But she could only do the most menial work for Roland.

She lowered her head and spoke in a somewhat somber tone.

"I don't want wages, I just feel somewhat useless."

"Why would you think that?" Roland asked, somewhat surprised. "Don't you manage the church's faith and sales operations? Everyone speaks highly of you."

Jenny shook her head.

"These are things that can be achieved with hard work. I want to help you shoulder more of the pressure."

"Actually, I know that you've been dealing with a lot of powerful superhumans, but every time I can only hide on the sidelines and watch helplessly."

As she spoke, she seemed to recall the day Elizabeth bullied Roland.

That day, she was like an incompetent husband.

Her gaze gradually hardened, and she spoke sincerely.

"Miss Roland, I also want to have extraordinary powers to protect you."

Looking at Jenny's resolute expression, Roland felt a warmth in her heart.

But when it comes to cultivating talent... it's something that can't be forced.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Roland can indeed understand Jenny's inferiority complex and anxiety.

Rene, the younger sister, is a potions prodigy.

The sheep is a low-level succubus with a peculiar talent for cooking.

Kalil is a powerful intermediate-level transcendent being and mage.

Even Alice, the little girl from the slums who recently moved in, has shown magical talent.

It seems that among the people living in the church, only Jenny is a sunny and cheerful country girl.

……

Thinking about it that way is indeed quite sad, but it's not like there's no way out.

Roland looked at Jenny, this honest, kind, and loyal girl.

Yes, we definitely need to cultivate them.

Only by transcending the ordinary can we break free from the abhorrent theory of lifespan.

Furthermore, Roland will definitely need to develop its own combat forces in the future.

This requires her game system.

She remembered that there were potions in the game that could directly increase talent attributes.

After a careful search, the corresponding branch line was indeed found.

[Intermediate Alchemy] - [Roland's Honey] - [Talent Enhancement Potion]

Huh? What's this Roland brand honey?

Forget it, take care of him.

Anyway, as long as there's a way, it'll be fine. However, we're still a ways off from the prerequisite of "intermediate magic power," so Jenny will have to wait a while longer.

Roland stopped searching through the system and patted Jenny on the head.

"Don't worry, I have a way to help you cultivate efficiently, and then you'll have the power to protect me."

……

After comforting Jenny and having breakfast, Roland went to the rooftop garden.

The superhuman construction team at Pink Harbor truly lived up to their reputation as top-tier in the industry. With a combination of various magic and alchemy techniques, they managed to move a small grove of trees to the rooftop.

Today, the church's rooftop is like an ecosystem under a glass dome, with an environment resembling a fairytale wonderland.

On Earth, no matter how rich you are, you can't do this.

There is grass, water, and a stream, as well as two little girls who are addicted to alcohol.

Wait... something seems off?

Roland looked toward the central lawn, where the two little ones, Renee and Alice, were half-lying on the grass, their little bellies exposed, surrounded by empty glass bottles.

It was none other than the common people's favorite light beer, and a large barrel could be bought for just two copper coins.

At this moment, the two little girls were drinking their beer while chatting away like uncles at a roadside barbecue stall.

"Alice, I think you don't understand at all. Miss Roland is very suitable to be a mother."

"But Sister Renee, we are not Sister Roland's daughters."

"Tch, that just shows how naive you are. If you went up to Miss Roland and called her your mother, she definitely wouldn't refuse."

"Recognizing a mother?"

"Yeah, if we admit it, we can act cute with Miss Roland. Her embrace is super comfortable."

……

Roland: "..."

Roland was completely baffled by the two drunken Rolanders spouting nonsense.

"You two! How dare you drink alcohol if you're underage!"