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!

Cherie let out a miserable shriek. After all, with a physique that could be compared to that of a Second Rank Vocational Practitioner, she wasn't so fragile as to die from a single strike, and Karlo was almost at his limit, barely managing to press down on her and stab that blade deeply into her.


An illusion suddenly struck Karlo, and he was reminded of the scene when he had killed the Thunder Lizard. It seemed that when the oil was spent and the lamp burnt out, he too was like this… The affairs of the world truly appeared to be a cycle.


Karlo said nothing, just pressing down like that.


Cherie struggled with all her might, sending waves of hypnotic power towards Karlo. But amidst the onslaught of pain and illusions, Karlo's inner self seemed to sharpen as if honed, clearing away everything else, leaving behind only one thought:


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