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.

would have 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 definitely hadn't wasted his years of Immortality. If Leonel also blindly trusted him, what chance did he

his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if the instances of Northern Star Order appearing in history were fabricated as well. You really thought ahead, just in case a Northern Star Order

question 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

to travel to his eyes. There was something decidedly cold about the current

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

a breath, but it seemed to be a

ruin. Even being a Savant isn't enough to guarantee anything. Just to get these fools to bide their time for three generations, 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

chuckled. "You should pick someone else's body. If you try to take mine,

Order didn't seem to hear Leonel's

Manipulation ability if my soul is so weak? What good is being Immortal if my body still rots

there races with more powerful

Dimensional Verse is beyond anything you can imagine. I've even left the Human Domain and traveled to places even those uppity cowards

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

a Race of people whose infants could kill a

Race of people that 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 and Empresses in this Domain. They're just lucky that this Domain doesn't have an Eighth Dimensional region, or else what peaceful