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!

Roland smiled and carefully said, "What do you want me to help you with, heal your sister's wounds?"


"Not really." Cherie hunched her neck and said, "My sister's injuries aren't very serious, she can heal on her own. I wouldn't dare trouble you... I'm worried that if the Night Watchers continue their investigation, they will find out about us."


Roland's expression brightened, and he laughed, "So, that's what it is."


Actually, the Night Watchers wouldn't continue their investigation at all.


The Landon Gang had quietly become a colossal entity entrenched in the Downtown District over many years of development, like a spider weaving its web throughout both the underworld and lawful society of the Downtown District. Various cults and official forces were not strictly segregated but cleverly maintained their balance, and at this stage, no one wanted to easily break this delicate equilibrium.


For the Nightwatchman, discovering a cult and investigating it?


Chapter 102 Mutual Aid Club