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!

"Of course, there is another possibility."


Ruby flipped through the book and said, "It could also be the self-devouring, self-generated serpent."


Ybur hesitated for a moment. "And who might that be?"


Ruby scolded irritably, "I told you to read more often!"


She explained, "This is an ancestor of ancient wizards, an entity worshiped by the Serpent Empire in antiquity. It once tried to challenge the authority of Grandmother Spider, and then... it died. Your Divine Blood might also come from this entity."


"Isn't that a demigod?" Ybur pondered for a moment. "Wouldn't the blood of a demigod be a notch below that of a true god like the ancient beasts... No, no, no, I am definitely the original Slime. Don't spout nonsense."


Chapter 117 What a Malicious Slime