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!

At 9:40, nearing curfew, Lady Roland had just announced the conclusion of the meeting, and many Transcendents immediately began to hurry away, rapidly thinning the crowd in the room. The man sitting not far from Cherie turned his head to glance at her, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand, probably signaling for Cherie to follow him.


Just as Cherie was about to rise, she saw Lady Roland gracefully approaching her.


Cherie stopped in her tracks, respectfully saying, "Madam."


"Hmm," came the enchanting hum from Roland's nose, her gaze playful as she said, "This is your first time attending our Mutual Aid Club, how do you find it?"


"The feeling... um... is quite good," Cherie carefully chose her words: "I've learned a lot. Next time, I would like to bring my sister to see."


Chapter 119 Clara