Winter Snow Thousand Cat Lanterns

The vast Dream Sea, atop layers of miracles and magnificence, where Transcendents walk the ascendant path guided by their ultimate longings as if by beacons.
The supreme beings wielded power, their greatness shining in all directions, ascending to divinity.
But even deities were not the ultimate. They too struggled for greater perfection and ideals, endlessly, within the Void Origin, above the Dream Sea.
"So... Your Majesty Ybur, as the most powerful Slime in history, what exactly drives you to become stronger?"
Many years later, when faced with the question from a Heavenly envoy, Ybur, who by then stood at the zenith of the Dream Realm as the "World Devourer," recalled the afternoon just after his birth when the Creator had stuffed him down a golden toilet and flushed him into the sewers in one go...
After a long silence, he spoke with a heavy tone:
"It's the toilet. The golden toilet."
The envoy: "???"

I, a Slime, have also dreamed of becoming a great Demon King!

Ybur paused, puzzled by the return of the diminutive gnoll that came bounding towards him, panting heavily, gesturing wildly, and barking incessantly. Ybur couldn't understand it, but fortunately, he had mostly recovered his spiritual power after resting, so he once again gathered the power of the God Secret Source to initiate mind communication.


Ybur was immediately annoyed, "No, who are you calling a rat? I'm Slime! Black pudding Slime, okay?"


He gesticulated fiercely, "It looks like you're asking for trouble, so don't blame me for what happens next!"


"Spare, spare my life!" The gnoll, terrified, shivered and curled up, pleading for mercy: "Not you! You, good, rat, bad! Help, please help!"


Ybur was completely baffled, "No, what is it saying? Teacher Sherry, translate for me."


"...You must be dumber than a pig," said Sherry. "I didn't understand it either."


Chapter 33 Slime, Good, Rat, Bad