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!

Five Rat People stuffed inside its stomach, Ybur's entire body ballooned up like a thin-skinned, stuffed, large soup dumpling.


Every time Ybur thought about how its size would expand further after digesting the Rat People, it felt a bit worried.


Having a large body wasn't really a good thing— not to mention slower movements, later on, going into town would also become inconvenient. When it was small, it could easily hide in the shadows of street corners, but now that its size was almost bigger than that of a person, how could it hide itself?


But if it had to spit out most of its body before entering the city every time, Ybur wouldn't be at ease. For one, it was troublesome, and for another, Ybur was concerned that while it was away, its immobile body might be eaten or stolen by something else.


"Your current mindset is like that of a miser."


Chapter 41 Another Persuasion