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!

Cherie was taken aback with pleasant surprise, then immediately felt a strong sense of security.


Since there was a response, it meant that the God of Reincarnation and Rebirth would indeed protect her with His Divine Power, so everything that night should go smoothly!


Cherie arrived at number thirteen Wendell Street, a small two-story Western-style building with pristine white marble walls adorned with exquisite reliefs, grand and splendid, but the corners were not very clean, smelling faintly of urine, likely from a vagrant who had relieved himself there.


Cherie took a deep breath and knocked on the door.


The door had barely been knocked once when it immediately swung open.


Daniel, with a grave expression, stood behind the door and looked at Cherie, "What is it?"


Chapter 101 Abyssal Cult