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 read for a few hours and was slightly fatigued, so he closed Sherry.


Sherry let out a satisfied long moan, "Hoo hoo... That's much better."


"Not angry anymore?" Ybur gently prodded her with a tentacle.


Sherry humphed, "I never said I wasn't angry! You're not allowed to do that again!"


Ybur fell silent for a moment, "I actually think being called the Howling Hammer sounds pretty cool..."


Sherry instantly flew into a rage, her pages fluttering wildly as if she were about to take flight and then crash into him with the decisiveness of a cannonball. Ybur quickly pressed her down with two tentacles, "Okay, okay, I won't mention it anymore, calm down, calm down."


Sherry's fury seemed inexhaustible as she squawked wildly, "I'll scatter you! Scatter you!!"


Thus, Ybur spent some time pacifying Sherry.


By the time Sherry finally calmed down, the sky was almost bright, and the curfew was about to end.


Chapter 97 Now It's Really the Sun God