Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

In the eerie and terrifying basement, the person referred to as the "Head of the Household" turned around.

His face was gaunt, almost like a skeleton soldier, and he exuded a disgusting aura.

He was a necromancer in the suburbs of the capital, but also a cultist of the abyssal tentacle monsters.

When ordinary people come to him, he treats them as usual, squeezing every last drop of value out of them.

Meanwhile, boys and girls would be secretly sent to the breeding room to become the breeding mothers of the tentacle monsters, contributing to their development and prosperity.

If it weren't for the relief efforts of various churches this year, he wouldn't have needed to come out and arrest people at all.

……

He didn't blame his reckless subordinate who rushed in, but instead asked in a hoarse voice.

"You just said you found someone who could arouse the [Tentacle Mother Goddess]?"

"Yes! Master, look!"

The twisted man who rushed in nodded hurriedly and took out the pendant hanging around his neck.

In the center of the crystal pendant, an grotesquely shaped tentacle is writhing violently, emitting a ghostly purple light.

A glint flashed in the old skeleton's eyes, and he immediately turned and walked through the door deep inside the basement.

Five minutes later, he brought out a glass container with metal covering its four corners.

Inside the glass container, a purple tentacle floats calmly in a pale pink solution.

As the old skeleton brought the container close to the crystal pendant, the purple tentacles inside instantly began to writhe, and the movements became increasingly violent.

When the two were stuck together, the purple tentacles almost jumped out of the container.

The old skeleton was stunned for a moment, then let out a lewd laugh.

"Hehehe, hehehe!"

"We've finally found the one the [Tentacle Mother Goddess] has chosen! Our lord finally has a chance to break through the Abyss's sealing gate!"

"Where is she now? Tell me quickly!"

The skeletal old man, seemingly driven mad, gripped the man's shoulders tightly, his eyes gleaming as if he wanted to devour him.

The man showed no fear, but answered with equal fervor.

"Nearby, above us, is a blonde, large-breasted woman who will surely give birth to countless tiny tentacles and to our great Lord!"

"Master, we are so lucky to have chosen this place as our base this year."

Upon hearing this, the old skeleton's joy vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"Wait, you just said blonde with big breasts?"

"Wouldn't she have a 'natural birth' type of butt? Is she around 1.6 meters tall, and looks something like this?"

He took out a drawing from his spatial ring and showed it to the man.

The image prominently features a photograph of Roland giving a speech in front of a church, produced by a newspaper in the capital and popular among young nobles.

The man squinted at him, then nodded subconsciously.

Then the old skeleton slapped him across the face.

"You idiot! She's Roland Kane, the little saint of the New Sprouts Street Church, a prominent figure in the capital recently. If we lay a hand on her, we'd be lucky to even be dead."

"Damn it, we're just arresting a few homeless people, and we're so far away, why is she coming all this way?"

"Activate the magic circle left by our lord, let's move away quickly!"

The man covered his left cheek and quickly tried to explain.

"Master, I only nodded subconsciously just now. That busty woman's figure does resemble Roland Kane somewhat, but I can assure you she is definitely not Roland!"

Then the old skeleton slapped him again, making the man scream.

"You idiot, these young prodigies love to play dumb to fool others. How can you be sure she's not Roland?"

"We can deal with the arrival of the Tentacle Mother Goddess gradually. But if we offend Roland, our entire clan will be wiped out. Activate the transfer array!"

The man covered his left cheek with one hand and his right cheek with the other, a defiant expression on his face.

He roared.

"Master! I swear on my life! That's definitely not Roland Kane."

"She has fox ears on her head, and they're absolutely real. She's some stinking, foreign fox-eared orc who's begging for food!"

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, the old skeleton raised his hand, about to slap the man again.

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, he immediately stopped what he was doing, frowned, and asked.

"So you're from out of town? Tell me about it."

The man, a smug look on his face, began to recount everything he had observed in great detail.

……

"You mean they're delivery drivers for the Roland Group?"

"Yes, and all three are stinking orcs from out of town. The tall rabbit orc is a bit strange; his face looks like he's paralyzed, but he does have the keen observation skills of the rabbit race."

"However, with the blessing of abyss magic, none of them can detect us."

"The other cat-eared orc is lame, only the fox-orc is normal, I can smell that fox's stench from a hundred streets away."

The man said, patting his chest.

"That's definitely a fox-clan half-orc. The fox-eared girl is the one I order the most at [Open at 7 PM]. That kind of flirtatious charm is something Roland could never fake."

The old skeleton was still uneasy. As an evil villain, the reason he had managed to survive to such an old age was because of his caution.

He took out the glass container again and infused the tentacles inside with life force and magic.

"My great lord, please condescend to help us discern whether this aura belongs to the fox clan."

As he spoke, he brought the man's pendant close to the tentacle.

As his complexion gradually weakened, a fragmented thought reached his mind.

"Burn...the fox...safe delivery...find it for me at all costs!!!"

"Holy crap, they really are sly foxes from out of town."

As the old skeleton spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, but a look of surprise appeared on his face.

A powerful force surged from within him; the Tentacle Mother Goddess had actually transferred her power to him at a great cost.

With just one more step, one can break through to the level of a high-level superhuman.

He looked at the man.

"Go! Call everyone over and start setting up spatial traps. We must catch this burning fox!"

"I want her to bear countless offspring for the Mother Goddess, contributing to her descent into the world!"

……

On the other side, Roland, holding the crystal ball, followed the traces of magic, gradually moving away from New Sprout Street.

New Sprouts Street is located on the edge of the old port area, bordering the slums.

Their current location is outside the old port area, in the suburbs, where there are only scattered small villages and the security is practically nonexistent.

"No... these people come all this way to my territory to arrest people, are they just bored and have nothing better to do?"

Roland touched the crystal ball with a headache, and the ominous light within it grew even stronger.

"The nightingale said from the side."

"It's not just people from our territory being arrested; I just inquired around and found that there are also cases of people going missing in the surrounding homeless communities."

"It's just that it's so common that nobody pays attention to it; we're the only ones investigating."

Coco the cat chimed in.

"Yeah, usually they either sell themselves to necromancers or freeze to death in some alley, meow."

"It's only because of a family report that we discovered there was a bad guy, meow."

At this moment, Roland stopped. She was still a little uneasy about being so far from the church.

Moreover, witnessing so many tragedies involving homeless people today left her feeling somewhat down.

"We've been looking for ages, and it's so far from Xinya Street. Should we just call in more people?"

"Call Salia over and push straight there. It'll also give her a break, and let Ms. Tree handle the work documents."

The nightingale glanced down at Roland's small feet without making a sound.

The black stockings were tightly wrapped inside the thick, warm boots, which made her feel a little longing.

She offered her advice:

"I think your idea is very good. Miss Salia has been coming to church with a long face lately. The documents and reports from Pink Harbor have really exhausted her."

"After we quickly deal with the necromancer, let's relax at the hot spring tavern in Haisen Harbor. I recently learned a new massage technique."

Roland's eyes lit up, not because of the massage, but because she had never been to the bustling Harbour of Heisen.

It's a good time to relax and relieve today's bad mood.

"Great, great, Nightingale, your suggestion is excellent. We can also take Cat to see the prosperity of the big city."

"Then I'll just call someone directly."

As Roland spoke, she took out Salia's communication bat pendant and directly infused it with magic.

"Hey, why isn't it responding at all?"

Suddenly, a feeling of unease washed over me.

Her large fox tail suddenly stood up, its fur bristling.

"No! There's something buried..."