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, although determined, did not rush to act, but lay on the ground, quietly feeling the imitation slime spreading and merging inside its body.


It itself was like water, while imitation slime was like ink dropped into the water. In order to prevent the imitation slime from being overly "diluted," Ybur even went as far as to cut away about ninety percent of its body tissue, leaving behind just a little that was roughly comparable in mass to the imitation slime.


This made Ybur feel weak. A Slime's body is not infinitely divisible; if it becomes too small, it loses its vitality. Exhaling a large amount of bodily tissue in one breath made it feel as though it was "going to die."


Sherry asked, "How is it, can you assimilate?"


Ybur thought about it carefully: "I'm not sure... Hey wait, don't make a sound, it feels like something is happening!"


Chapter 37 Reflect on Yourself!