Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland watched the beaver beast girls nervously, her little face tense.

"You guys didn't actually make a life-size figure of me, did you?!"

Upon hearing this, the beaver immediately stretched out its little paws and waved them rapidly in front of its chest.

"How could we dare to do that? You are our savior. We are able to live such a good life because of you."

Fearing that Roland might misunderstand, she tugged at Roland's sleeve and led her toward the counter.

Roland followed and took a closer look.

Wow, what a variety of wooden accessories!

They had all sorts of things: small wooden figurines, wooden badges, relief paintings, commemorative coins, and even a few Roland Group tokens.

The images above all depict Roland.

Roland suddenly realized.

"Oh, it's the surrounding area."

She had long noticed that many employees in the group strung together Roland commemorative coins and wore them around their necks.

It seems that they all obtained it from the beavers.

The beaver girl happily introduced it to Roland.

"Lady Roland, you see, these wooden items are relatively cheap. They are usually sold to our own people or given to deliverymen to sell."

"Those made of metal, gold, or plaster are more expensive and are mainly purchased by nobles."

Roland looked them over one by one and confirmed that they were all very safe and green, and that Shen He would not be able to elbow them.

She picked up a palm-sized brass figurine and asked in confusion.

"With such high sales, won't the design of the figures be copied by others?"

"Of course, so we adopted other methods."

The beaver girl picked up a lighting magic item and shone the light on the figure.

The nameplate on the figure suddenly began to shimmer with changing colors.

"This is... color-changing ink? The kind we use for our company's tokens?"

The beaver girl nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, the succubi say this can serve as a symbol of authenticity, and can be used to exploit the noble lords'..."

She stopped mid-sentence, her education level insufficient to understand the reason.

The busty succubus Ivy took over the conversation.

"This can be achieved by taking advantage of the arrogance and competitive nature of the nobles."

"You should know that using pirated products or poorly made defective products is very embarrassing in social situations."

"At the same time, while genuine figurines are expensive, they are also a great way to show off."

The beaver girl glanced gratefully at the succubus, then continued speaking to Roland.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"In short, our figurines are selling until we open at seven o'clock."

Roland was truly shocked.

"You'd buy even if they open at 7 AM?"

"Yes, the nobles over there also commission custom figures for their favorite beast girls, and your figure is also very popular."

Roland was a little puzzled.

She picked up another wooden figurine and examined it closely, murmuring to herself.

"I can understand custom services, but why are my figurines so popular?"

……

Opening at 7:00 AM, special staff dormitory.

A cat-eared girl furtively closed the door, tiptoed, and entered the room.

She was only about 1.5 meters tall, with orange-yellow hair and a somewhat domineering and harsh face.

But when she saw the scene before her, her expression softened and was replaced by deep remorse.

Inside the room were a group of cat-eared beast girls with deathly pale faces.

These cat-eared beast girls were all dressed in revealing clothes, and their cheeks, hands, feet, abdomens... were covered in bruises.

His neck was shackled, and his skin was a mess.

Even more pitiful were the few catgirls huddled together for warmth on the corner bed.

Some were missing ears, some had broken tails, and some had lost all four limbs.

After the orange cat girl entered the room, a pink-haired little cat girl came out and asked with hope in her eyes.

"Sister Cat MaiMai, did you find Lady Roland's statue?"

The catgirl was also wearing a terrible uniform, her body was covered in wounds, and she was trembling slightly when she stood up.

Cat Mai Mai shuddered and lowered her head, too afraid to look.

She murmured.

"I couldn't find the old one, but I bought you a new one, also carved by the beavers of the Roland Group."

Cat Mai took out an exquisite metal Roland figurine from her bosom and placed it in the catgirl's hand.

Unfortunately, the catgirl was weak and the metal figure was too heavy, so she almost lost her grip and fell to the ground.

Cat Mai quickly supported the kitten girl, took her hand, and placed the Roland figure on the table in the center of the room.

Only then did the catgirls' eyes brighten a little.

Everyone gathered around, and the disabled companion was carried to the table to pray for Roland's figurine.

This is their current source of strength, even if they don't know if it's true or not.

The content of their prayers was simply to escape the 7 o'clock opening and go to the legendary paradise for lowly orcs, the Roland Group.

Instead of gathering together to pray, the pink-haired catgirl stayed by MaiMai's side and tilted her head to ask.

"Sister Cat MaiMai, is Lady Roland's rule really that good?"

"Is it really possible to enjoy plenty of hot water, a warm house, and delicious food without having to sell your body?"

Cat MaiMai remained silent.

She didn't know... because she had never been to the old port area.

These messages were all heard from the Roland Group deliverymen who had previously wandered to Haisen Port.

But to be honest, he thinks the probability of it being a scam is very high.

Having fled for so long, she had already figured out one thing.

The capital city cannot tolerate orcs.

The original opening time of 7 o'clock might have been acceptable, allowing orcs to sell their dignity in exchange for food and clothing.

But that's not possible now either.

Three months ago, the tiger-man Bizan implemented reforms, demanding that the orcs learn the new model of Pink Harbor at all costs.

At first, as a member of management, she didn't feel much of a difference.

The so-called price was paid by the orcs of their own kind.

Even her fellow catgirl from her hometown wasn't spared!

Three months have passed, and many orcs have fallen during training.

The catgirls in front of her were the losers who failed to complete their training and were discarded as pawns.

These catgirls were unscrupulously thrown into horrific projects for the amusement of the most depraved nobles.

Even such a tiny catgirl has to endure it.

The more MaiMai thought about it, the more distressed she became.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

"Why did everything suddenly change? Why are you torturing us like this when we've been so obedient?"

The pink-haired kitten girl looked at Mao Mai Mai with a puzzled expression.

"Sister Cat MaiMai, what are you saying?"

Cat Mai Mai woke up with a start and managed a forced smile.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something."

The kitten girl was puzzled and continued to ask.

"Then can you answer my question? Is Lady Roland really that good?"

Cat Mai Mai bit her lower lip and nodded against her will.

She weaves lies, giving these catgirls, who are on the verge of death, a false hope.

"Yes, as long as the orcs go to the Roland Group, they won't be bullied by Lord Tigerskin and the nobles anymore."

"We can go back to farming and play on the grass in our spare time."

She kept talking as she reminisced about her childhood life in the tribe.

"Then when you're hungry, you'll have a full-weight black bread to fill your stomach, and when you're craving something sweet, you'll have fragrant straw cakes."

"When you're sleepy, there's a big bed made of straw, with a layer of soft linen on top, so you can sleep soundly until dawn."

She was speaking when a response came from beside the table.

It was that green-haired catgirl who had lost all four limbs.

She was nestled in her companion's arms, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"MaiMai, it's not just that."

"I've met the delivery workers from the Roland Group. They are even freer and happier than in the South. They wear thick, brand-new uniforms, are strong and energetic."

"When they get hungry, they can take out a hot crab burger from the box behind them. It's filled with thick meat, and every bite is bursting with juicy goodness."

"She even asked me if I wanted to walk together."

Immediately, her face darkened, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Just a little bit more..."

"I was so close to getting to New Sprouts Street, instead of ending up in this damn club!"

"Why did the port have to be blocked... Waaaaah..."

Cat MaiMai didn't dare to look at her because she was an accomplice in the 7 o'clock opening.

Over the years, she has acted as an accomplice to evil, deceiving too many compatriots into joining the "7 o'clock opening" scheme.

The disabled catgirl's cries grew increasingly shrill, yet she desperately suppressed her volume, fearing that those outside would hear them.

"I really want to go to Xinya Street."

"I really want to live..."