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!

In that instant, Karlo almost became a streak of lightning. The distance between the two closed at high speed, and Karlo saw the expression on the mysterious woman's face.


Yes, your ability is enigmatic, your strength is formidable, but no matter what, as long as you can bleed and be wounded, I can chop off your head—it only takes one strike!


No one dares to stand before a warrior whose actions surge like the tide!!


The woman's composure vanished from her face, and Karlo saw her eyes for the first time—without the cover of that shadow, they just looked like ordinary, beautiful eyes, the whites of which were devoid of any impurities, the pupils elegantly round, the irises trembling slightly, starting with surprise, then quickly radiating a tinge of panic.


Chapter 141: Desperate Situation, Ruse