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 panted heavily for a while before she finally recovered.


Karlo looked at her, puzzled, "Is it that uncomfortable to wear?"


"No, it's not that... I'm just not quite used to it," Cherie responded, her cheeks turning slightly red, "I'll adapt to it in no time."


Feeling a bit shy, Cherie pushed him, "Stop staring, I don't have flowers on my face!"


Karlo asked, "Does it hinder your movements when worn?"


"That is..." Cherie carefully felt it out, "Not at all! Actually, it feels quite light, as if it's not even there, not impeding my movements in the slightest. This leather armor is really amazing; how can it have so many functions?"


Suddenly, Sherry said, "There's some noise."


Ybur instantly became alert, looking around with his eyelids, "Where, where is it?"


"Don't look at the ground, look at the ceiling," Sherry reminded him.


Chapter 116: The Four-Armed Octopus