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!

After the four-armed octopus was digested within its body, Ybur focused and calmly mimicked a voice organ inside itself, then let out a strange cry:


Its body rapidly contracted, pushing the air through the newly formed throat, the sound thunderous, echoing throughout the underground cave. Ybur was exceptionally excited, took another deep breath, and then pulsated its body, continuously crying "Gua gua gua" without stopping.


"...You're a frog, aren't you?" Sherry could hardly keep a straight face.


Ybur was still not very skilled at making sounds and could only let out strange cries.


But even so, Ybur was still quite pleased with itself.


Being able to make a sound was what mattered, a qualitative leap! As for the issue of proficiency... it could just practice at its own pace in the future!


Chapter 117: Relics