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.

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

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 to rely upon so no one

the question still remains... why? With a Savant leading the charge you could have done all of this yourself. What

it didn't seem to travel to his eyes. There was something decidedly cold about the

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 particularly human left of him. "So you're a lot like me. It's no wonder my usual act

Order took a breath, but it seemed to be a habit rather than

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

have you as a subordinate. You and I can see the world similarly and I wouldn't have to worry

If you try to take mine, your

hear Leonel's words at all and

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

there races with

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

more than constructing the bodies they need to live in. Their souls are so powerful that each is like their

of people whose infants could kill

can swallow planets and shit out moons. The humans race is so pathetically weak that I'm almost baffled they still dare to call themselves Emperors