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!

Constructing firewalls, summoning Fire Disaster Demons, transmitting flames through gazes... Such a mess of abilities, some like those of a Fire Element Controller, some like those of a mage, but something about them all seems off... But in any case, definitely at least Third Rank, undoubtedly.


However, Ybur's mindset was actually quite optimistic.


The series of changes in the basement had shaken the faith of many devout followers, causing the crowd to scramble frantically towards the exit, swarming out like a school of fish. Karlo, carrying Aishi on his back, rushed toward the exit, but at that moment, the narrow passage that had seemed a few steps long now felt endlessly extended.


The old man stepped out from the blaze.


His skin was charred to a crisp, peeling off in pieces, revealing the true form underneath.


Chapter 91 I Have Felt Your Overbearing Will!