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

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

Savant leading the charge you could have done all of this yourself. What

smiled, but for some reason, it didn't seem to travel to his eyes.

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

is far more 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

have you as a subordinate. You and I can see the world

If you try to take mine, your Immortality ability won't be worth much. I

didn't seem to hear Leonel's words at

if my soul is so weak? What good is being

there races with

anything you can imagine. I've even left the Human

childhood is made up of nothing more than constructing the bodies they need to live in. Their souls are so powerful that each is

a Race of people whose infants could kill a

is so pathetically weak that I'm almost 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 what peaceful existence they do