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.

rhythm. The moment Leonel felt pity for his Ancestor, it was pretty much

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

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

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

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

but it seemed to

bit too naïve, young one. The Dimensional Verse 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 servitude.

body, I would prefer to have you as a subordinate. You and I can see the world similarly and I

pick someone else's body. If you try to take

Star Order didn't seem to hear

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

races with

course there are. Do 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 the Human Domain and traveled to places even those uppity cowards of

people who are born as nothing but Souls. Their childhood is made up of nothing more than constructing the bodies they need to live in. Their

whose infants could kill a Sixth Dimensional

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