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.

pretty much over. Wise Star Order most definitely hadn't wasted his years of Immortality. If Leonel also blindly trusted him, what chance did

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

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

travel to his eyes. There was something decidedly cold about 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

it seemed to be a habit

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. And, even then, I needed to kill

prefer to have you as a subordinate. You

you try to take mine, your Immortality

Order didn't seem to hear Leonel's words at

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

races with

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

made up of nothing more than constructing the bodies they

of people whose infants could kill a Sixth Dimensional

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