Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland was immediately drawn to the changes on the system interface.

Having experienced the benefits of the tentacle suit, she repented and stopped carelessly spraying the system in her face.

Although this system has an unsavory origin.

But when it comes to skills, you really get what you pay for; there's absolutely no compromise on quality.

Of course, this excludes actual skills.

Roland first ran naked into the dressing room, grabbed a nightgown and put it on, then looked around with great interest.

"Touch-based enchantment?"

"Let me see what this new gadget is."

After carefully reviewing the skill details, Roland suddenly understood.

As the name suggests, the effect of this skill is to spend Faith Points to give someone else a Platinum Tentacle Armor.

Of course, it wasn't handed out to people; it was put directly on them.

It's like the system forcibly transformed Roland's clothes into a tentacle battle suit.

Furthermore, the clothing provided through [Touch Armor] cannot exceed the strength limit of Roland, and the special abilities and number of tentacles attached to it are all super-degraded versions.

The restrictions don't stop there.

To successfully equip someone with the degraded tentacle suit, the recipient must also be loyal to Roland.

Those who cannot be loyal to Roland are not allowed to wear the tentacle suit.

Releasing skills will only deduct faith points for nothing, and the system will not refund them.

Roland immediately thought of the group of disabled beast girls in the basement.

Especially that green-haired catgirl Mint, who has missing limbs and looks like a Fijian tragedy, would probably have a much easier life if she had a couple more tentacles.

Once Renee's alchemy lab has the results, she'll give it a try.

……

It's 12:30 in the morning.

Roland lay on the bed in a U-shape, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed, with a novel from another world scattered beside her.

She's so sleepy...

The biggest problem of traveling to another world, and the most difficult challenge for Earthlings to adapt to, is the lack of internet and mobile phones.

Without the internet and the hardworking little bees in the group who diligently carry out the dumping, it's like a part of my mind is blank.

"No wonder people in ancient times often said that if you don't have any knowledge, your life will indeed become empty and lonely."

Roland sighed deeply, feeling increasingly sleepy.

In an era when people at the bottom of society are still struggling to make ends meet, entertainment is extremely scarce.

This applies even to extraordinary individuals and nobles.

Aside from a few classic card and board games, the rest are just male-female-female, male-female-female, female-female-male, and male-male-male-male.

As soon as evening falls, Pink Harbor and the 7 PM opening day are incredibly busy, since the aristocracy's nightlife revolves around eating, drinking, and having fun.

How depraved she is! High Sister Roland would never stoop to associating with such nobles!

She reads "A Short History of Empires"!

Roland's thoughts began to wander, and her eyelids started to droop.

Within two minutes, even breathing began to emanate from her rosy nose, and the room fell into a peaceful silence.

On the other side, the alchemy laboratory on the third floor was still brightly lit.

Renee has been working overtime until now to analyze the slime effects provided by the Roland Tentacle Suit.

Although there are spell scrolls engraved with "Potion Identification", this magic can only roughly determine the toxicity of the materials and the direction of their effect.

True alchemical authentication requires conducting multiple sets of controlled experiments and using the controlled variable method to verify the effects.

This is a very rigorous discipline.

It was through this meticulousness, coupled with hundreds of resurrection spells, that Renee earned the glorious title of Great Sage.

"Phew... finally done."

"Miss Roland is truly amazing. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe that this is actually the product of a tentacle monster?"

She picked up the draft paper on the table, which was filled with notes, and marveled at what she saw.

Then, turning his body to the side, bending his short legs slightly, and with a powerful jump, he leaped off the half-person-high footstool and landed lightly on the floor.

Renee glanced at the magic clock on the wall; its hands had already reached two o'clock.

"Phew, it's not even dawn yet, we made it."

I had arranged with Miss Roland during the day to go to the basement together at midnight for an on-site experiment.

She immediately took the paper with the test results, tiptoed out of the laboratory, walked down the corridor to Roland's door, and gently knocked.

This was Roland's instruction during the day.

As soon as the results are available, report them to her immediately.

However, after knocking intermittently for almost five minutes, there was still no sound from Roland's room.

Renee even called out softly twice, but the room remained silent.

With his magically enhanced ears pressed against the door, he could only faintly hear soothing snoring.

Renee: "???"

Three question marks appeared above her head.

What the heck? Miss Roland isn't asleep, is she?

Damn it! She's been working overtime in a rush until now, while her boss is sound asleep, completely carefree. It's infuriating!

Renee's cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish. She stood on tiptoe, placed her hands on the doorknob, and began to channel and permeate her magic.

Click.

A faint click of the lock clicked, and with a gentle push, Renee opened the door.

Miss Roland's door is always like this; it keeps out honest people, but not scoundrels.

She's so short now, like a mountain dwarf, she's definitely a small person, no doubt about it.

Renee strode across the entryway, past the sofa area for relaxation, through the dressing room, and finally arrived at Roland's bedside.

The side of the luxurious bed features a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The azure moonlight shone through the reinforced glass, casting its light onto the carpet and bed, giving the entire room a beautiful atmosphere.

Miss Roland lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.

It would occasionally let out a cute purring sound, causing its fox tail to sway slightly, which melted Renee's heart.

The age gap between the two is simply too large.

Renee is eight or nine hundred years old, while Roland is in her twenties.

In Renee's mind, she was like an old cow grazing on tender grass, and Miss Roland was such tender grass that she was practically dripping with moisture.

She tiptoed over and first noticed the books scattered around Roland's side.

"What is this?"

"Um... the untold story of the succubus hero and the seductive dragon girl? What a peculiar taste."

"I thought that young noblewomen of the empire at this age would all read a brief history of the empire."

Renee muttered something to herself, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Then, her gaze shifted to Roland's body, and her pupils widened instantly.

What the hell!

Why are there three green lights emanating from Miss Roland's body?

What kind of bizarre way of playing is this?!