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.

Star Order's rhythm. The moment Leonel felt pity for his Ancestor, it was pretty much over. Wise

Star Order appearing in history were fabricated as well. You really thought ahead, just in case a Northern Star Order

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

it didn't seem to travel to his eyes. There

emotion, his voice wasn't exactly cold, but it was just a step away from robotic, as though there wasn't anything particularly human left of him.

but it seemed to be a habit rather than a

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

a

take mine, your Immortality ability won't be worth

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

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

races with more

you think I've wasted my years of life? My knowledge of the Dimensional Verse is beyond anything you can imagine. I've even left

who are born as nothing but Souls. Their childhood is made up of nothing more than constructing the

could kill a Sixth Dimensional

out moons. The humans race is so pathetically weak that I'm almost baffled they still dare to call themselves Emperors and Empresses in this