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.

Star Order's rhythm. The moment Leonel felt pity for his Ancestor, it was pretty much over.

just in case a Northern Star Order really did appear

Savant leading the charge you could have done all of this yourself. What are you here waiting for? It can't be that you really

but for some reason, it didn't seem to travel to his eyes. There was something decidedly cold about the current

words having faded. Stripped down of all its emotion, his voice wasn't exactly cold, but it was just a step away from

seemed to be

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

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

chuckled. "You should pick someone else's body. If you try to take mine, your Immortality ability won't be worth much. I

Order didn't seem to hear Leonel's words

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

races with

the Dimensional Verse is beyond anything you can imagine. I've even left the

born as nothing but Souls. Their childhood is made up of nothing more than constructing the bodies

infants could kill

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