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!

"I call upon the Angler, the God of Good Fortune, the God of Harvest."


"May the Angler grant me intangible luck and protect me as I seek my harvest in the silence of the Dream Sea."


After reciting the incantation silently, Ybur noticed no movement around him but was not in a hurry, so he silently recited it again while turning in circles.


The Angler is a true namer under the Pillar God [Scales] of the balanced path.


A true namer, in fact, is a Ninth Rank Vocational Practitioner. Although it is said that the Ninth Rank is the limit that mortals can reach, in truth, upon climbing to the Ninth Rank, practitioners have completely sublimated. They have transcended mortal form and transformed into another kind of being, typically existing as a Subordinate God beside a Pillar God.


Chapter 46: The Fisherman Never Air Force!