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's heart stirred, and he carefully tailed behind the Rat People.


Although he did not know what these Rat People were up to, he decided to follow them first and see.


Rat People were usually noisy, but this group moved in a quiet procession—although some still couldn't help but squeak noisily. However, the group had enforcers resembling taskmasters among them. These bipedal Rat People carried whips and immediately lashed out at any noise-makers, beating the unruly ones to the ground where they would roll around emitting shrill, plaintive squeaks. These sounds carried far in the quiet sewers, but even if heard by others, they would probably just think there were particularly many rats that day.


Ybur had no idea where the rats were heading but followed behind them. It wasn't just him, countless ordinary rats converged from all sides, as if drawn by some call, following the trail of the Rat People and forming a massive tide.


Chapter 79 Lich