Editing Skill Tree Goddess:Volume1 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 10===

Yuileen’s jaws released a scattershot breath. The mother first destroyed the obelisk in the center of the square plaza.

With the source of the loathsome barrier gone, Goddess Seliphenia casually walked in.

“I never lost faith in you, Gilbezos! Nor for a second! Honest!”

“Why are you teasing me? You’re trying to sound insincere, aren’t you!?”

He was sure the goddess had seen through him from the start. She had said she wouldn’t be going with him, but ''only because the barrier was in her way''.

High elf Sayuran poked her head out from a nearby flower bed.

“Do not worry. Even if all of your friends leave you and you are all alone, I, Sayuran Cuchanbern, will continue to serve you to the end.”

“Meanwhile, she’s 100% sincere. Which hurts way more than the goddess’s teasing!!”

There was some kind of commotion out on the main street. At this rate, the boxer, the dancer, and the bearded man would soon notice something was up and make their way to the temple. Because the group had parted ways after those three defiantly refused to accept this ending.

Anyway, it was time to get started.

…He would take all the glory for himself. Which meant ending this before the rest of that good-natured party arrived. Yes. While the act has been necessary to deceive the priest, he hadn’t forgotten what they said!

“Do not think your young age will excuse you for deceiving servants of the goddess.”

The priest’s cheek, temple, lips…and really his entire face were pulsating.

“Besides, did you think we had no countermeasure in place for this SS-rank? Absurd. We are the servants chosen to guard the temple. Thanks to our special status, the Great Goddess Seliphenia shall grant us protection first and foremost!!”

…''Uh, that “great goddess” is on my side and is giving you some kind shocked half smile?

The oblivious priest raised his extravagant staff and his voice.

“You should be thankful for the privilege of viewing the fruits of our labors as those who hold a special place in the goddess’s heart. Humanity has at long last reached this point. This is the greatest of our temple’s secret arts. Come forth, ''Artificial Goddess''!!”

“?”

What the hell?

…This wasn’t even funny anymore. Gilbezos had never even heard the term “artificial goddess” before. But what if this meant they had artificially created a being capable of manipulating the Skill Tree just like his goddess? Then what all could the priest do? Choose his own skills? See his enemy’s skills?

The ground shook.

It came from one of the 30 metora goddess statues near the entrance gate.

It had already been fairly realistic and weirdly creepy.

But now it raised its arms and let out a low, low groan.



“Vwahhh.”



Gilbezos Override doubled over.

He was shaking.

…''No. I can’t take it anymore.

“Bffh! Th-the resemblance is uncanny. Peh heh heh. Oh, man, is that well made. Bweh heh. Hey, check it out, doesn’t it look just like you, Lady Seliphenia!?”

“Th-the disrespect… Is this what you think a goddess iiiiiiiiiis!?”

The sexy young woman bristled and screamed.

She didn’t often lose her cool like this.

Also, this had nothing to do with the Skill Tree. Why was that thing throwing physical punches!? In fact, did the Skill Tree Goddess even have the power to fight on her own? This felt wrong on a fundamental level.

And in the end, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much the priest had developed his Skill Tree and it didn’t matter how much the artificial goddess could (physically) fight.

The battle was as good as over from the moment that ferocious mom had been carried in past the barrier.

“Gyah!!”

“You brat!?”

A good distance away from it all, Gilbezos fired other type salt spears into the armor of the temple’s soldiers.

His only job was to use projectile magic to hold back anyone attempting to use the Seal Talisman in conjunction with status effect magic or an expert with the Dragon Special skill.

After all, this was the battle of a mother reclaiming her child.

“What…the…?” groaned the priest.

Yuileen had become light type.

This wasn’t all she could do. She could alter the rainbow-colored light of her scales to freely alter her type mid-battle. If the priest excelled at the light type, she could choose the other type that was strong against light and fight using that.

Yet she didn’t do that.

“D-damn you. A filthy monster like you dares defy me – me!! – with the light type!?”

She chose to use light against light and force the priest back with his same element.

It didn’t matter that the type defense reduced the effectiveness of her attacks.

Because she was here to tear down and reject the false light wielded by that greedy sack of shit.

…''Yeah, that’s right.

How could you beat a mommy dragon who was utterly enraged by a threat to her only daughter?

No one had an answer to that one!!



He was crushed along with the 30 metora statue.

The greedy bastard who had laughed as he tore apart the bonds of mother and daughter vanished within the light of a scattershot breath.

…Now, the priest was a light type expert and may have managed to survive using multiple type defense skills, but it really didn’t matter either way.