Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The disabled catgirl's words resonated with everyone.

Within minutes, all the catgirls began to sob.

For them, simply surviving has become a luxury; who knows what kind of perverted customers await them tomorrow?

Injuries are commonplace, and disabilities and deaths are also frequent occurrences.

The reason they haven't broken down is that they know there's a Loran Group in the nearby Old Port area that treats orcs well.

If they can escape to the Old Port District, they can live a happy life in Lord Roland's territory.

But how could Tiger Skin Master, who opens at seven o'clock, let them leave?

They were destined to die tragically amidst the debauchery of the nobility, breathing their last breath on a ravaged bed.

The pink-haired little kitten was also affected by the adults' sadness and began to sob softly.

"Sister Cat MaiMai, I don't want to die, and I don't want to work. My body aches so much every day from work..."

MaiMai opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say any words of comfort.

These compatriots don't need words of comfort; those won't do any good.

What they wanted was a chance to escape to New Sprouts Street.

She clenched her fists instinctively, her mind in turmoil.

After a long pause, she made up her mind, reached out and touched the little kitten's hair, and forced a smile.

"Little one, you won't die. Just hold on a little longer, and I'll definitely be able to get you all out of here."

The little cat girl didn't believe what MaiMai said, and neither did any other cat girl in the room.

As everyone knows, Cat Mai Mai is Tiger Skin Master's lackey.

Seeing this, Maomao didn't offer any further explanation and silently walked out of the room.

She found a secluded balcony, gazed into the distance at Hysen Harbor, and began to slowly conceive the outline of her escape plan.

The recent suicide incidents have caused headaches for the high-ranking officials, leading them to relax internal management and port area lockdowns.

If we could get our hands on a fishing boat, we might be able to sneak to the old port area dock by water.

However, the risks involved are too great, and her fate may be tragic.

Sigh... Is the Roland Group really that wonderful?

Cat Mai Mai gripped the railing tightly, so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She couldn't help but recall the corpses of the beast girls being carried out of the guest rooms, and sighed again.

No matter what.

It won't be any worse than opening at 7 a.m. now.

Her voice became hoarse in the night wind, her unfocused eyes staring at the horizon as she murmured.

"Sister, I shouldn't have come to open at seven o'clock, I was wrong..."

"That's completely wrong."

……

Two weeks have passed since Roland returned to Newbeam Street from Pink Harbor.

During this period, the old port area has transformed from its former desolation into a bustling hub.

The reason, of course, is the sharp drop in grain prices.

The once arrogant grain merchant has now become a stray dog ​​by the roadside, desperately begging passersby to buy his grain.

"Come and see, neighbors! Rye flour is cheaper than before!"

Please buy some, everyone.

However, passersby didn't even glance at it and walked past as if they didn't see it.

Those with a violent temper might even spit on it.

"Pooh!"

"Now you know how to beg for help? When we begged you, you weren't soft-hearted at all. So many people starved to death in the old port area, all because of you damned grain merchants!"

Those around him cheered and echoed his gloating.

"Yes, everyone, please don't buy their rye flour."

"If you don't buy, I won't buy either; the price will drop another two hundred tomorrow!"

"Let's go buy some Krabby Patties to fill our stomachs. There was a Roland Group delivery guy on the street corner selling combo meals."

The crowd of onlookers scattered like birds and beasts, and soon the area in front of the grain shop became deserted. The grain merchant's face grew increasingly grim, turning as white as a dead man.

He looked up in the direction of New Sprout Street.

The towering magic furnace could be vaguely seen, spewing columns of steam and smoke into the sky.

"Damn the Roland Group, why are they pushing me to my death?!"

"All I wanted was to make some money, what did I do wrong!"

In response, Roland stated that she did not want to pay attention to this, nor did she want to let these grain merchants off the hook.

She was happily tallying up her earnings, and even the Nightingale beside her rarely showed a smile.

"Miss Roland, our Krusty Krab factory has finally made a profit for once."

Nightingale flipped through the report in her hands, her tone spirited.

"The greenhouse wheat harvest provides us with cheap and plentiful raw materials, which has significantly reduced the cost of the Krabby Patty."

"Moreover, our Krabby Patty has become very popular with customers, and the market lost due to counterfeit Krabby Patties has returned to our group."

Upon hearing this, Roland put down the documents in her hand and looked at the tray that the maid had brought to the table.

The newly launched Krabby Patty Set Meal is displayed on top, with the Krabby Patty still as the main dish, but its appearance has changed considerably.

The most crucial part is the crust of the Krabby Patty.

The raw material has been changed to greenhouse-grown wheat flour, making the bread crust fluffy and soft, no longer the rough texture of dark bread, and it won't scratch your throat.

Moreover, the improved fire wheat is more nutritious and even has a rich natural wheat aroma, making it a delicious treat.

The lettuce used is a fast-growing variety grown in greenhouses, ensuring fresher quality and a guaranteed sweet taste.

Even nowadays, Roland occasionally has a crab burger for dinner.

There was nothing she could do; she had been in this other world for quite some time, and she was starting to miss McDonald's back home.

Roland swallowed hard, picked up the crab burger with both hands, and put it into her rosy little mouth.

"Mmm, delicious."

"It tastes even better than the premium set meal back home. The quality of the ingredients has improved, and the Krabby Patty recipe is simply unbeatable."

Roland praised while simultaneously cursing.

"How much corners were cut when we imported materials before? Were they just selling us substandard products?"

The nightingale watched Roland's adorable eating, its ears slightly raised, and explained.

"Miss Roland, grain merchants will definitely mix old and inferior grains into the wheat flour they export in large quantities. This is an unspoken rule in the industry."

"The quality of that wheat flour isn't even good enough to polish our Huomai wheat flour."

Roland nodded, swallowed the food she was chewing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"These kinds of unspoken rules exist? These businessmen have absolutely no conscience!"

"Now that I've bankrupted them, I feel even less pressure. It's a pity the greenhouse area is still not big enough, otherwise I would just sell fire wheat flour directly, and from then on I would have a monopoly on food in the old port area."

Of course, Roland only made a few casual remarks.

If I were to actually sell bagged wheat flour, not only would regular grain merchants come knocking on my door, but I would also offend too many people.

Even now, a bunch of spies are trying to infiltrate the Roland Group's greenhouses to find out the greenhouses' true output.

Although Roland tried her best to cover up the news, there were plenty of smart people in the capital.

These clever people have already noticed the anomaly in greenhouse production from the cargo throughput of the Krusty Krab factory.

Then they came to a terrible conclusion.

Using some kind of technology, Roland transplanted tropical fire wheat from the south to the northern empire, increasing its yield by at least 100%.

This allowed the Roland Group to weather the crisis safely.

After reaching this conclusion, the Roland Group suddenly became a hot commodity.

Winter planting techniques, fast-growing and high-yield fire wheat, and strange heating technology...

If it weren't for Serafie's backing, Roland wouldn't be able to leisurely enjoy her late-night crab burger right now.

P.S.: It's the end of the month and the final settlement has been made. Thank you to the number one donor on the donation list, [Jame牢詹], and the number one fan on the follower list, [狐狸黑化迪达拉], for your support!