Dimensional Descent

Leonel had already memorized the known Ability Indexes. So, he didn't really need the dictionary to explain anything more to him.

Seed. Root. Form. Manipulation. Immortality.

Even if he hadn't memorized these five titles, just by the fact that Wise Star Order was in Tier 5 to begin with was shocking enough. There was only one group of people who could enter the fifth tier…

Savants.

Leonel had to say that the creator of these Tablets surely chose well. There probably was no better choice for a Title like Wise Star Order than a Savant with a soul ability.

Leonel felt like this was a great opportunity, he really wanted to find out how Savants who hadn't been locked up since their youth functioned. From what it seemed, Wise Star Order was kind and even somewhat pitiable.

However, Leonel was well aware that those who fell on the spectrum Savants normally did were actually very good at falling in line and displaying an outward façade to fool those around them. In fact, if you weren't careful, you would very quickly find yourself being manipulated.

Apparently, though, Leonel didn't realize the irony in his own thoughts.

felt pity for his Ancestor, it was pretty much over. Wise Star Order most

Star Order appearing in history were fabricated as well. You really thought ahead, just in case a Northern Star Order really did appear one day, you would have a backlog of fake history

still remains... why? With a Savant leading the charge you could have done all of this yourself. What are you here waiting for? It can't be that you really want my body,

for some reason, it didn't seem to travel to his eyes. There was something

spoke, the slight bubbliness of his words having faded. Stripped down of all its emotion, his voice wasn't exactly cold, but it was just a step away from robotic, as though there wasn't anything

a breath, but it seemed to be a habit

vast than you can imagine and a single wrong step could bring you ruin. Even being a Savant isn't enough to guarantee anything. Just to get these fools to bide their time for three generations, I had to dedicate an entire lifetime to servitude. And, even then, I needed to kill

wasn't for the fact that I do indeed need your body, I would prefer to have you as a subordinate. You and I can see the world similarly and I wouldn't have to worry about you

take mine, your

Order didn't seem to hear Leonel's words at

is so weak? What good is being Immortal if my body still rots after a

there races with

years of life? My knowledge of the Dimensional Verse is beyond anything you can imagine. I've even left the Human Domain and traveled to places even those uppity cowards of the Void Palace don't dare to

childhood is made up of nothing more than constructing the bodies they need

of people whose infants could kill a Sixth Dimensional expert with a

baffled they still dare to call themselves Emperors and Empresses in this Domain. They're just lucky that this Domain doesn't have an Eighth Dimensional region, or else