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!

Its identity as a black pudding slime indeed allowed it to paralyze others to a considerable extent, since black pudding slimes are a relatively common type of slime and—lack intelligence. It's hard for anyone to treat a black pudding slime as a formidable enemy, and it was for this reason that Ybur had accidentally overheard those few words before.


It analyzed the meaning behind those words carefully, and while it hadn't figured it out just yet, a sudden flash of insight struck its mind, "Damn! I remember now!"


Sherry, "…Why are you making such a fuss all of a sudden?"


"It's that cult!" Ybur exclaimed in shock, "That male voice! It's that Demon Body Shapeshifter from the cult who can transform!"


Chapter 140 Zhuoer, Hypnotist