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!

Ybur crawled leisurely towards the city sewers, studying the remains of the Thunder Lizards along the way.


To be precise, it was pondering the skeletal structure of these two Thunder Lizards.


Skeletons are indeed the ingenious design of the Creator. Ybur now had mycelium muscles but lacked a skeletal frame to support them—the exoskeletons of the fungi-beetles it had preserved inside its body as bones had long since fused with it unknowingly. They had become like a clump of cotton soaked and disintegrated in water, losing their cohesiveness.


But now, the bones of the two Thunder Lizards could come in handy.


As magical beasts with a certain degree of Transcendent Power, the skeletons of the Thunder Lizards were extraordinary, at least much stronger in terms of strength.


Inside Ybur's translucent body, the pieces of bone floated and sank as if they were being manipulated by an invisible hand, coming together in different combinations.


Chapter 62 I Have Lost My Original Intention