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!

Clara's tone slowed, and her eyes conveyed a plea.


Karlo pondered for a moment, then laughed, "Alright, after all we owe you a favor, and can't really refuse, right? We're treasure hunting, you're investigating, our goals don't actually clash."


She extended her hand and firmly shook Clara's, "So… Happy collaboration!"


A bright smile broke across Clara's face, "Happy collaboration."


"However!" Karlo said, "The two of us sisters come from scavenger backgrounds, surely more familiar with many things than you. When we encounter danger, you must listen to me, and if I deem it too risky, you cannot just charge ahead for the sake of the investigation. If that happens, I won't save you."


Clara laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not the type to lose my head and disregard everything. Staying alive is better than dying recklessly, I'm aware of that much."


She blinked her eyes, "Then, shall we meet at nine tomorrow morning?"


Chapter 129: Wanting a Male Mom