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 only felt the world spinning, her mind in chaos.


She didn't know how long had passed when, in the darkness, a regular tapping sound began to echo.


Thus, consciousness slowly started to sprout from the chaos.


Immediately after, that weak consciousness cautiously extended its tendrils in the dark, thoughts hazy as if a drunken blind person were fumbling around in bewilderment.


Ybur ponderously pondered this question, feeling her brain was almost unable to function. She vaguely remembered she had a name but couldn't, for the life of her, recall it. Signals of thought aimlessly circulated within her body.


Another, slightly more complex voice came through, like a beam of light suddenly shining in the darkness, guiding her. Ybur's thoughts suddenly found direction, slowly adapting to everything around her, her membranous skin struggling to pulsate until at last, an Eye Point coalesced.


Chapter 107 I Have No Weaknesses!