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!

Ybur presented a forcefully righteous and fierce demeanor, to the extent that the cultists they encountered on the way dared not ask much; they even bowed their heads in greeting upon seeing her.


How nice, Ybur thought. Unfortunately, she didn't know whether these cultists possessed any valuable treasures, or else she would've just stolen them... but she was a bit afraid to take the risk.


Having just arrived near the prison, Ybur sensed that something was amiss.


She heard a series of screams coming from that direction, along with a woman's furious shouting, "So many people, yet you can't even keep a few prisoners in check! Incompetents, a bunch of incompetents!!"


Then came an incantation Ybur couldn't understand, and immediately after, another new scream followed.


Chapter 147: Another Zhuoer