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 nightmare creature furiously pounced to attack, while Ybur flipped his body over and squeezed into the crevice like flowing water.


In reality, when dealing with nightmare creatures, there's one word, drag.


Compared to the previous somnus demon encountered, this nightmare creature wasn't actually that strong but was more agile. The last somnus demon, once it burrowed into the earth split, had no way to proceed, but this time it was different. The distorted veins on the creature's body wriggled out like numerous little snakes, launching an assault at Ybur.


Ybur calmed his mind, ready to block incoming warriors and cover over with soil the water that came. He didn't dodge the fine veins as they pierced into his body, and then quickly rolled them up with his stomach and started to eat right there on the ground!


These things... were not easy to digest.


Ybur's mind conjured the description "like old cured meat."


Chapter 48: Metamorphic Position