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 pulled the Slithering Deep Pit over and pressed it against his own body.


The dimensional rift of the Slithering Deep Pit was a one-way opening that could only be activated from the front, so as long as Ybur ensured the Slithering Deep Pit was attached to its surface with the front facing outward, it could be sure it wouldn't be swallowed up.


It tapped the surface of the Slithering Deep Pit a few times with its tentacles, annoyed, the pit angrily opened its mouth, revealing its Dimensional Stomach.


Immediately, Ybur stuffed its tentacles inside, morphing the tip into an Eye Point and began carefully observing inside the pit's belly.


The space was quite large, enough for a five- or six-year-old child to curl up and crawl inside. The nearly transparent flesh walls were writhing slightly, secreting a few pitiful drops of Acid.


Chapter 83: Me? An Undercover?