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.

it was pretty much over. Wise Star Order most definitely hadn't wasted his years of Immortality. If Leonel also

in case a Northern Star Order really did

the charge you could have done all of this yourself. What are you here waiting for? It

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

Wise Star Order finally spoke, 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 robotic, as though there wasn't anything particularly human left of him. "So you're a lot like me. It's no wonder

but it seemed to be a habit rather than

guarantee anything. Just to get these

wasn't for the fact that I do indeed need your body, I would prefer to have you as a subordinate. You and I can see the world

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

to hear Leonel's words at all and instead

good is a Soul Manipulation ability if my soul is

races

beyond anything you can imagine.

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

of people whose infants could kill a

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 existence they