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!

Every time Ybur thought of the imminent Corroding Beast riots, the Desolation Plague Monsters deep within the sewers, and the living mirage waiting for it to feed on in the laboratory, his heart was filled with urgency.


Time was pressing, and it needed to grow stronger as soon as possible.


Although the disappearance of the book ultimately led nowhere, Karlo still made a trip to Madam Mina's divination shop.


Madam Mina's divination cottage was not on the main road of the market street but in a small alley beside it. The sign was small, and so was the storefront. Upon entering, one had to pass through a layer of tinkling bead curtains. Inside, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a subtle sweet incense; specially made candles emitted a purple-red glow... It did not look like a divination shop but rather some other type of specialty service store.


Chapter 39 You guys are so wicked