Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Renee's eyes widened, and she quickly found a stool to stand on, then climbed up with a thud.

Looking down, Roland's condition was clearly visible.

In the dim light, her delicate figure was exquisite and beautiful, like a work of art under the moonlight.

Renee suddenly felt her mouth was dry and her throat was burning with thirst. She desperately wanted to find something to drink a hundred times.

But the next moment her expression changed drastically.

The green light emanating from Roland's body was covered by three broad magical leaves, making her look like a nature-based forest fairy.

The entire outfit is so covered in fabric that it's barely covered in any cloth; its main selling point is coolness.

This is obviously the work of the tree spirit on the top floor!

Renee's face turned green as she watched, her teeth clenched, her delicate little tiger teeth grinding together with a grinding sound.

In an instant, she recalled the breeding guidebook she had borrowed from the sheep.

At the same time, various terrible scenes and plot contents from the book automatically appeared in my mind, and the protagonist of the content was Miss Roland, who was forced by Ms. Tree to wear a leaf dress.

Renee quickly jumped off the stool, went to the bedside, and started shoving the sleeping Roland.

"Sister Roland, wake up!"

However, Roland was in a great mood today and slept soundly, unable to wake up even when her arm was pushed.

She just smacked her lips twice, as if she were savoring a delicious cream puff in a dream.

Enraged, Renee walked to the other end of the bed, grabbed Roland's swaying furry fox tail, and gave it a hard rub.

"Sister Roland, wake up!"

"Aww!"

Provoked, Roland immediately let out a soft cry and sprang up, only to fall heavily back onto the bed. Then, she instinctively wrapped her arms around the fox tail in a defensive posture.

The movements were fluid and graceful, the leaves emitting a faint glow tracing smooth, rounded paths in the dim light, captivating Renee's gaze.

Only after Roland landed back on the bed did she come to a stop, swaying unsteadily.

When Roland looked over, she saw that it wasn't some trespasser by the bed, but rather the short and chubby Renee.

At this moment, he was looking up at me with his head tilted back, his eyes filled with a complex expression that shouldn't be there for someone his age.

There was three parts anger, three parts grievance, and ninety-four parts incompetence in his voice, making him look like a little adult.

Roland was stunned for a while before she remembered that she and Renee had made an appointment to go to the basement together tonight to test the new slime material.

Her gaze swept over Renee's faint dark circles, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Ahaha, sorry Renee."

"I was so bored while waiting for you that I accidentally fell asleep~"

Renee's face flushed red; she didn't care about working overtime at all.

"Miss Roland!"

"Let's put sleeping aside for now; there's something more urgent!"

She pointed her little finger at Roland's body, and her words came out like a machine gun.

"Miss Roland, why are you sleeping in leaves? There's still the scent of the tree spirit upstairs. Did she threaten you? Did she find something on you and force you to play some nerve-wracking games with her?"

"Miss Roland, if you've been wronged, you must tell me!"

Renee's long and complex sentences almost made Roland dizzy.

After a while, she realized what was happening and looked down following Renee's finger.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are!

Roland's mouth opened slightly, and then her face began to flush rapidly from bottom to top.

"Oh my god!"

"Rennie, don't look at me! Turn your head away, you'll get a sty!"

Roland quickly sprang up from the soft mattress and threw a large pillow at Renee's head, barely blocking Renee's view.

Immediately afterward, Roland landed on the carpet, covered her body with her hands, and ran into the dressing room.

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After a while, Roland came out awkwardly, dressed in her casual home clothes, and said with a stern face.

"Ahem... Renee, didn't I tell you before that you just need to knock on the door?"

"How could you break in without telling me? I had clearly locked the door."

Upon hearing this, Renee looked even more aggrieved.

"Sister Roland, you were sleeping like a log. I knocked for ages but you didn't answer, so I finally opened the door and came in."

"You were the one who said that once the experiment results were in, you should report them immediately."

As she spoke, her gaze kept drifting towards Roland's chest, her lips pouting as she said sourly.

"Who knew that when I came in, I would see you sleeping in a leaf-patterned outfit? You always used to wear silk nightgowns."

"Are the tree spirit's leaves really that comfortable...? Sister Roland, you're so shy!"

Loran was sweating profusely, her face even more embarrassed, feeling as if she were sitting on pins and needles during the Chinese New Year when a relative's child had dug out her study materials.

"Ahem, Renee, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about?"

"These leaves are genuine underwear! They're the specialty clothing of tree spirits, at least mid-level magical items, which are extremely rare."

When Roland recalled Ms. Tree's introduction, she immediately felt justified.

She described in detail the benefits of the leaf-shaped underwear, especially its built-in micro-levitation effect, which reduces the burden on the chest and significantly improves sleep quality.

Renee breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze involuntarily drifting back to secretly examine Roland's chest.

Lightening the load... that's a very convincing reason indeed.

Miss Roland really needs this feature; it looks like she's working so hard.

With the misunderstanding cleared up, Roland took a fresh look at Renee, who had just finished working overtime.

At this moment, Renee was wearing a small-sized alchemy jumpsuit, which was dirty and stained all over, clearly indicating that she had just come out of the laboratory.

She was holding several sheets of draft paper in her hand, with neat and beautiful handwriting on them.

Roland first felt a little guilty about her actions of exploiting child labor, and then her eyes lit up as she looked at the draft paper.

"My dear little Renee, are there any results from the platinum tentacle slime test?"

Getting back to today's main topic, Renee's expression instantly turned serious.

She handed the draft paper to Roland, and after Roland took it, she began to explain the results of her tests.

"Sister Roland, according to my comprehensive testing, the slime from the platinum tentacles can be used as an excellent healing potion."

"A healing potion?"

"Yes, whether applied externally or taken internally, it has excellent hemostatic and repair functions for external injuries, especially lacerations, and can also significantly relieve pain."

"The secondary effect is to paralyze magic and senses, with an effect 50% stronger than the tentacle monster in the basement. When used on beast girls for pain relief and to help them break their addiction to the Bewitching Herb potion, the effect will be even more pronounced."

At this point, Renee paused, turned her face slightly to the side, and said with some difficulty.

"However, there is a side effect: it causes the organism to become sexually aroused, and the effect is 1.2 times stronger than that of the tentacle monsters."

Roland blinked her big eyes a few times.

What the hell?

treat?

Damn it, she was hoping to use her platinum tentacles to defeat the enemy in battle through cunning and treacherous means.

So this thing is actually a healer skill?

That doesn't make sense either. Why would a healer's skills come with these strange side effects? Isn't that just harming teammates?

Roland squinted, and suddenly some knowledge of nun comics from Earth flashed into her mind, causing her lips to twitch involuntarily.

She looked up at Renee, hesitant to speak.

"Rene, these effects... could the Platinum Tentacles be...?"

Renee seemed to have misunderstood Roland and nodded happily.

"That's right, Sister Roland, these effects are practically made for the wounded."

"Although the last side effect is a bit unnecessary, it doesn't stop the Platinum Tentacle from being a great savior."

Roland's face fell.

What a wonderful tentacle that saves people from suffering!

This is clearly a setup for the beautiful girl they hunted down, and the terrible things that followed.

The otherworldly beings are no good; they have no idea how many tricks we Earthlings have up our sleeves.