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!

Karlo wasn't as impetuous as she seemed.


She walked at the very front of the group, already rehearsing in her mind what to do if a conflict with Moloch arose. According to Clara, Moloch was a degenerated human with lower intelligence, and it was unlikely that it could concoct any intricate schemes; moreover, Clara had said that Moloch bore no malice.


Honestly, it was precisely because nothing had been encountered since entering the ruins that Karlo felt even more uneasy. She had an impulse in her heart, desperately wanting to discover something, say, what exactly had caused such heavy casualties among those adventurers who had entered the ruins before. What kind of danger, what kind of enemy?


And before them, there must have been some explorers who had already entered the ruins. Would she encounter them unexpectedly? Would conflicts arise?


Chapter 139 Enemy