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!

Clara was imprisoned in the ruins of some building by a group of Molochs.


After the Molochs escorting her had left, Clara opened her eyes and carefully surveyed her surroundings.


It was pitch-dark. There was not a sliver of light inside the room. Humans are not like races that are born to live underground and can adapt to lightless environments, but as an Investigator with an ample supply of Spirit Secret Source, Clara still possessed some Transcendent perception abilities, which helped her sense her environment in an almost intuitive way.


The place she was in now... was a building that had collapsed halfway. The ceiling had fallen, forming a triangular space. Along with her and others like Karlo, three or four Adventurers were also imprisoned there, all in a half-crippled state, either unconscious or barely clinging to life.


Chapter 144 Leather Armor Bites