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!

The light outside the window was dim. Relying on her biological clock, she guessed there were about ten minutes left before curfew ended and daylight would come. She got out of bed quietly and was about to go to the window to check the time when Cherie, who was lying beside her, shifted slightly and opened her eyes, "Karlo."


Karlo's movements halted, "Did I wake you?"


"Not really." Cherie yawned and rested her hand on Karlo's. Karlo flipped her wrist and took her sister's hand in hers, squeezing it into her palm. Her hand was somewhat rough, calloused from years of training, fingertips and palms alike, unlike Cherie's. Her sister's hand was cool, soft.


Cherie rolled over to her side, observing Karlo's expression, "Are you worried about something?"


Karlo thought for a moment, "I dreamed of that existence again."


Cherie sat up on the bed, "What's wrong? Did that... say something to you in the dream?"


Chapter 44 I have fully understood!