Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The day when the greenhouse harvest is complete will soon arrive.

A large number of employees were temporarily assigned to harvesting teams and began emergency training.

The entire Roland Group was in a busy atmosphere.

The other employees sensed the change in atmosphere, and a bold guess began to emerge in their minds.

"Could it be that our group's greenhouses are starting to yield a harvest?"

"Can crops ripen in winter?"

Before people could even wonder what was going on, a group of beast girls, huffing and puffing, pulled a large flatbed cart across the street.

On the large cart was a wooden statue of Roland.

This statue is larger and more exquisite than the previous one, and it is even painted with plant-based dyes.

The beast girls pulled the cart all the way into the greenhouse.

Then, following the main path in the middle of the greenhouse, we arrived at the base of the central tree.

When Roland's statue was lowered and placed in front of the big tree, the beast girls began to cheer.

"Thank you, Lady Roland, for leading us to a bountiful harvest!"

Around the central open space, a large number of harvest team employees, both humans and orcs, gathered and cheered together, caught up in the atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, the fox girl named Pea came out, lit a bonfire in front of the statue, and boiled water.

Then take out a wooden tray with a crab burger set meal and a cream puff on it.

The beast girl held the tray above her head with both hands, hopping and skipping around the campfire, praising Roland with great joy.

……

"It looks like a shamanistic ritual from our home planet Earth."

Roland muttered something under her breath.

She was now in the observation room of the greenhouse, staring blankly at this scene, and couldn't help but turn to ask her cat Coco beside her.

"Cocoa Cat, I've seen the boiled water and the crab burger before, but what's with this cream puff?"

"Our group doesn't seem to have any related industries, does it?"

Coco the cat tilted its head.

"Miss Roland, don't you know?"

"What do I know?"

Cat Coco pointed her finger at the beast girl below who was performing a shamanistic dance.

Everyone says you like cream puffs.

"According to the succubi, this is a dessert you personally developed, and it's also your personal snack."

"These cream puffs were provided by the succubi."

Roland was ashamed.

In the world of butter, cream puffs are not exactly a compliment.

But it really does taste quite good.

Roland cleared up her doubts and continued watching the beast girls and the custom of totem worship.

After hopping around three times, the fox-girl Pea put a crown made of fire wheat ears on the statue, and then raised her arms and shouted.

"Everyone, time to harvest the wheat!"

The crowd erupted in even louder cheers, and after a brief commotion, the crowd began to surge.

As arranged in advance, the teams transformed into long lines and dispersed into each wheat field.

While admiring the harvest scene, Roland opened the system interface.

The Faith value bar was jumping rapidly, accompanied by frequent notification sounds.

In just over twenty days, she regained 500,000 faith points.

More than simply having enough to eat and wear, it is the greenhouse that truly makes people accept Xinya Street and regard this land as their home.

This means that as long as you stay on New Sprouts Street, you will never be hungry or cold.

Food is grown in greenhouses with terrifying yields, and the temperature is maintained by hot water workshops.

It's easy to imagine that in the future, Xinya Street will definitely become a paradise in the hearts of the poor people in the old port area.

Roland, dreaming of having an endless supply of faith points, happily hummed a little tune.

The beast girl below is reaping a bountiful harvest, and her system is also reaping a bountiful harvest; everyone has a bright future ahead.

Apart from grain merchants who drive up grain prices.

……

We open at 7:00 AM.

The atmosphere in the luxurious private room where the grain merchants were gathering was extremely oppressive.

Every grain merchant wore an anxious and tense expression, like a prisoner awaiting a judge's verdict.

God knows how they got through those two weeks.

Their grain reserves have reached a terrifying level.

It was enough to feed the entire old port area until the wheat harvest in the summer.

Even so, some small grain merchants still emerged to sell grain.

But they dared not refuse, fearing that Roland would gain a respite from it.

They are also afraid that grain prices might drop even slightly.

"damn it!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a violent appearance uttered a curse.

"What's going on with that Roland Group? They always act like they're about to starve, yet they're still not buying any food!"

"Is the information about opening at seven o'clock true or not? Or are they playing a trick on us?!"

Upon hearing this, a grain merchant standing nearby trembled slightly.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his voice weak and fearful.

"Bishop Bizan... he wouldn't lie to us, would he?"

"Our spies have surrounded New Sprout Street completely; the Roland Group hasn't imported any grain at all."

"In just a few more days, the Roland Group should bow down to us because of the food supply."

The grain merchant spoke as if he were comforting someone, or perhaps hypnotizing himself.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly perked up and let out a somewhat neurotic laugh.

"Yes, in just a few more days, Roland Kane will bow down to us."

"She'll share her new technologies, the Krusty Krab recipe, and even her stabilizing potions with us!"

"We might even get to sleep with Roland herself!"

boom!

The violent middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table, causing the wine in his glass to spill.

"Enough, Stephen! Keep that nonsense to fool yourself!"

He reprimanded the neurotic grain merchant, his voice heavy as he addressed the crowd around him.

"A month and a half ago, you said that Roland sold herself into servitude for food."

"A month ago, you all said you couldn't even afford Roland's pastries."

"Two weeks ago, you said that the Roland Group could only eat wild vegetables."

"But right now, the Roland Group is still doing just fine, even the orcs are fat and strong."

"Are you still daydreaming about that tiger?!"

The violent middle-aged man's voice grew louder and louder, causing the faces of those around him to turn increasingly pale.

Upon hearing this, the neurotic Stephen felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, and he slammed his fist on the table.

"This is not a pipe dream!"

"The Roland Group is definitely not going to survive. My spies have found out that a large number of its employees working outside the company have disappeared; they've probably all gone to find food!"

"Bishop Bizan wouldn't lie to us. They opened at seven and stockpiled so much food; would they do something that loses money?"

The violent middle-aged man couldn't stand it any longer. He stopped responding to Stephen's dazed expression and turned to leave the room.

"Heh, you can just keep waiting here, waiting for the impossible Roland Kane."

"I need to go distribute the grain. If I leave it in the warehouse any longer, it will get moldy. I don't want to lose so much that I won't even have underwear to wear."

But before he could even take a step, several people in the crowd stopped him.

Among the grain merchants who stepped forward was Stephen, who was mentally unstable, staring intently at the violent middle-aged man.

"You are not allowed to leave; you absolutely cannot be allowed to distribute grain!"

"What do you mean? You want me to suffer the loss for nothing?!"

"No... what I mean is, if you release the grain, the price of grain will definitely drop."

Stephen clenched his teeth so tightly that they were chattering, and even the veins on his forehead were showing.

"If this triggers panic among others, leading to widespread selling, grain prices will absolutely plummet to nothing!"

"Not just you, but everyone here—no one is allowed to receive any food!"

As soon as Stephen said those words, a significant number of people's expressions changed.

The violent middle-aged man was even more enraged and raised his hand to push away the grain merchant blocking his way.

Those blocking the way remained unmoved; if the middle-aged man were allowed to pass, they would be left penniless.

In the end, he might just voluntarily jump off the Empire State Building!

The middle-aged man, impatient and disregarding the rule of opening at seven o'clock, directly gathered magical light in his hands.

"Damn it, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

"If you want to pay up, don't fucking drag me into it!"

Those blocking the way also stirred up magic, covering their bodies with a layer of radiance, determined to block the middle-aged man.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At that moment, a sudden knock on the door temporarily broke the standoff.

squeak~

The door was opened, and it was a seasoned business spy.

The scout was stunned when he saw what was happening in the room.

Why do these big bosses look like they're about to fight?

Stephen's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the scout's collar as if he were grasping at a lifeline.

"Is there news about the Roland Group?"

"Has Roland given in? Is she going to wag her tail and beg us for mercy?"

The scout stammered and couldn't get a word out.

Stephen grew even more agitated and started swearing.

"What the hell are you dawdling about? Just say it!"

"Say it...here?"

The scout looked at his boss with embarrassment.

Stie's eyes were red.

"Damn it, talk now, or I'll chop you up!"

The scout's face turned pale, and he lowered his head meekly.

"I said, boss, please calm down."

"We've received breaking news that the Roland Group is organizing a bumper harvest; their greenhouse domes are starting to produce large quantities of wheat..."

These words were like a depth charge, dropped directly into the hearts of all grain merchants.

There was a moment of silence in the private room, then it suddenly erupted into chaos.

"What?!"