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 had spent several hours and, with the help of his suction-cup tentacles, finally managed to climb the steep cliff and crawl back into the sewer.


Ybur lay deflated on the ground like a punctured ball, gasping for air, "Climbing a slope is so exhausting; it almost killed me. I shouldn't have been so greedy before climbing up, eating so many Corroding Beasts... I've gained weight!"


Ybur's size had once again expanded, now a size larger than a husky. However, Ybur also realized that stamina, strength, and size didn't grow in perfect proportion. The larger the body, the more difficult it was to climb. Ybur hadn't yet grown to the physical limits of an adult black pudding Slime—adult size was comparable to a small elephant, but their speed was even a bit slower than Ybur's current speed...


Damn it! Moving speed; that's our black pudding's pain!


Chapter 40 Rat People