Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Silence fell over the room.

Roland and Renée locked eyes, and an awkward atmosphere quickly spread.

Roland, in particular, could only manage a forced, polite smile.

As for the tentacle that slapped Renee, she had already manipulated it to retract under her skirt and lie dormant inside.

But Renee is now a superhuman, and she definitely saw the object of the attack just now. She just couldn't believe it, which is why she asked such a question.

"Hey, Renee, come in first, I'll explain it to you slowly."

Roland sighed helplessly, stepped past Renee, and walked to the door.

She first peeked out, looked around the corridor to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then closed the door like a thief.

After closing the door, she pulled Renee to sit on the sofa where they were resting and handed her a towel.

"Little Renee, I'm so sorry, I accidentally hit you just now."

"Quickly wipe your face with a towel, does your face hurt?"

Renee took the towel, dried her face, and then looked at Roland, her eyes lighting up.

Roland's attire at this moment resembled that of a royal princess in platinum and gold.

The enormous breasts on her chest couldn't be completely covered by the dress, and dazzling white flesh peeked out from the edges, captivating her gaze.

"Sister Roland, you look so charming in this outfit."

Roland chuckled twice, her right hand trembling slightly.

How could it not be attractive? This thing sells for 500,000 Faith Points, which isn't even enough to provide for a whole ship of beast-eared girls!

The system is really something; it puts a lot of effort into unconventional things.

Renee sighed, then her gaze shifted to Roland's fluffy princess dress.

To be precise, she was looking under the princess dress, her gaze seemingly trying to penetrate the fabric and see through to the unidentified object hidden beneath.

"Sister Roland, that thing that just slapped me..."

"Are they tentacles?"

Roland's expression fell, and she sat down, preparing to speak slowly.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, the princess dress began to sway, the tentacle-like fabric rolling like waves, and the tentacles inside scrambling to avoid being crushed.

This bizarre scene made Renee's face turn pale, and her expression became somewhat sorrowful.

Miss Roland has been hanging out with succubi for years; has she finally gone astray?

How could a pure and innocent girl stuff a tentacle monster into her skirt!

Renee earnestly advised.

"Sister Roland, I know the company has been under a lot of pressure lately, but the ways to relieve stress must be healthy and harmonious!"

"If all else fails, you can always come to me, sister. I can sing and dance with you, and I can even make you barbecue. My cooking skills have been improving all along."

Roland was stunned for a long time before she finally realized what Renee was talking about, and her face flushed red again.

Then he moved closer to Renee and gave the little one a light tap on the head.

"Rene, what are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of lewd woman?!"

"And where did you learn all this nonsense? Confess, did you secretly buy a breeding guidebook?"

Renee covered her head with her hands and muttered pitifully.

"We kids who grew up in the slums have seen all sorts of strange things except for the greasy Krabby Patty."

Roland was both annoyed and amused, and also felt a little sorry for him.

To avoid any misunderstanding, she simply stood up and controlled the tentacles under her skirt, which slowly extended out.

"Okay, okay, I won't hide it from you anymore, so you won't overthink it."

"What hit you just now was my tentacle, like an extra limb of mine, nothing strange or weird."

"The reason I told you not to come in earlier was because I was still getting used to controlling the tentacles. If you touched them rashly, I would instinctively swing the tentacles out."

Eight white tentacles extended from beneath Roland's dress, their skin adorned with intricate and exquisite golden patterns, matching the style of her princess gown.

It doesn't look ferocious or evil at all; instead, it looks round and cute.

To be honest, it even has a somewhat sacred feel to it.

The tentacles that had been extended were somewhat chaotic because Roland was having trouble controlling them, and they were currently hitting themselves, which was quite comical.

Renee was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

"Eight...eight?!"

"Miss Roland, are you hiding so many tentacles under your skirt?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Upon hearing this, Roland gave Renee a strange look.

Did this little girl just make a subtle dig at her again?

Then she felt distressed again.

The system's affairs are difficult to explain, and even if I did, it wouldn't be very convincing in another world. Instead, people would suspect that someone is using magic to play tricks, which would only make things more complicated.

The people here are not as worldly-wise as Earthlings.

After a moment's thought, Roland caught a glimpse of the fox tail swaying behind her out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up.

"Ahem, little Renee, you can think of this as a talent of mine."

"talent?"

Renee was dumbfounded again.

"Yes, that's talent."

Roland kept a straight face, trying her best to appear more convincing.

"You still remember my fox ears and fox tail, right? When I came into contact with the fox clan's bloodline, I underwent corresponding racial changes."

"It's the same this time. I've been in frequent contact with the tentacle monster girl in the basement, so I can also conjure tentacles now."

Renee tilted her head, looking like an uneducated idiot.

"Sister Roland, are you kidding me?"

Roland knew that little Renee wouldn't believe her so easily, so she simply gave up manipulating the other tentacles and focused on controlling the two tentacles, making a little heart shape in front of Renee.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?"

"Look, I can control these tentacles like my own hands. They even synchronize my sense of touch and pain, and I can even cast spells without any problem."

As Roland spoke, she decided to try circulating her magic, and to her surprise, she actually succeeded.

Faint magical runes appeared on the tentacles, and a small flame ignited in mid-air—it was the apprentice-level spell [Ignition].

She couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Wow, this tentacle suit is pretty awesome. If I can get used to it, I might be able to smash people with a spiked club while casting spells.

Renee was also quite shocked by this scene, and even began to question her existence.

Is this... this... magic?

If magic can be released through the tentacles, it proves that the tentacles have been incorporated into Roland's body's magic cycle.

In other words, these tentacles are undoubtedly Roland's limbs.

Wow, is it true that some people have the talent to change their race at will?

Renee's curiosity, as a nine-hundred-year-old sage, was aroused. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the platinum tentacle in front of her with her small hands, beginning to move it up and down.

To be honest, the feel of Roland's tentacles is top-notch.

It carries the same body temperature as Roland and has a faint fragrance; once you touch it, you don't want to leave.

In no time, it was covered in mucus.

"Wow, these are real tentacles! The magical reactions on them are exactly the same as yours, Roland."

"How amazing!"

Seeing that the little guy was convinced, Roland nodded in satisfaction and handed him another brand new towel.

"Right? How could your sister Roland lie to you? Quickly wipe your hands, I have something to ask you next."

Reluctantly, Renee let go, looked at her sticky little hand, and as if she had thought of something, raised her hand to show it to Roland.

"Sister Roland, are you planning to use this instead of the slime from those tentacle monsters in the basement as an auxiliary potion to help the beast girls overcome their addiction to mind-altering herbs?"

Roland nodded with satisfaction and reached out to stroke Renee's hair.

"Rene is so smart, she guessed that."

"Then I'll trouble you to test it. If there are no problems, we'll go to the basement late at night to test the effect on-site."

Renee nodded repeatedly, then picked up one of Roland's tentacles again, gently rubbing her fingers on the tentacle's skin.

After hesitating for a moment, she said.

"Sister Roland, your tentacles have changed a lot from those in the basement. Even the color has turned platinum. The effects may have changed as well."

"Let's collect more slime. The alchemy lab has plenty of mice, which will allow for more comprehensive testing."

Roland blushed.

Even though it's just collecting the surface moisturizing mucus, why is the atmosphere so ambiguous? It's so strange.

She nodded hesitantly, her voice barely audible.

"Okay, let's collect more then."