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 the very moment when the action surged like a tide, Karlo entered a strange state.


It was as if the entire world had slowed down, everything sinking into the mire of time, the oncoming blade swung so slowly it resembled a snail, inching through the air, whereas she alone was free to move about in time.


She easily dodged the oncoming strike and, with a backhand swing, the thief lurking beside was head shorn from body.


However, the duration of such surging action was indeed fleeting, and in that instant, Karlo felt that the flow of time around her returned to its normal pace. The woman, who seemed to be a barbarian, let out an enraged roar, and a cyclone of a slash came her way. Karlo flicked her wrist, meeting the attack head-on with her Arm Blade that had extended out.


She was knocked back a step by that force and was taken aback.


Chapter 133: Actions Like Tides!