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 stepped out the door, studying the loan contract in his hand.


The spirit mortgage here at Scale had a really low-interest rate, only 1% per annum, and could be paid off over a maximum of twenty years. According to the purchase price on the contract, a Second-Rank Vocational Practitioner's Mysterious Source was priced around 60 Dream Crystals, with the specific price experiencing minor fluctuations over time.


Ybur roughly calculated that if he worked hard to condense his Mysterious Source, he could pay off 3000 crystals in just a few months.


Of course, since he could take up to twenty years to pay it back, there was no rush...


Suddenly, Ybur had an idea, "Can I mortgage my Mysterious Source to the Scale and then buy it back after some time?"


Chapter 110: I See You Don't Understand at All