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!

Cherie was somewhat shocked, and then she said with a worried heart, "My sister and I are just ordinary people, why would such beings take notice of us?"


Pan shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows? The beings above the Dream Realm cannot be understood through common sense, who knows what they're thinking?"


He sighed, "But the good news is, from what we can see for now, that being does not bear you any ill will—at least not for the time being."


Cherie fell silent for a while, took off her coat, and draped it over Karlo. She spoke softly, "The important thing is Karlo is okay, just a scare. Let's take Karlo back to the city first."


But Pan said, "Wait a moment. If Karlo's condition has stabilized and it's not urgent, I think, there's still one thing we could do."


Chapter 60 Increasingly Absurd Guesses