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's powerful mycelium tendrils coiled around, binding the two women inside, while its body leapt out, controlling its limbs to swing a punch, knocking the Joseph inside the house to the ground with a thump.


Clara still wanted to struggle, but a glare from Ybur and a quick tightening of the tendrils stopped her. Clara's eyes bulged, first in discomfort, and then, as the tips of the tendrils touched something, her expression became weird, and her body trembled violently.


This situation was just too awkward... I couldn't explain it at all...


Ybur was annoyed inside, activated the God Secret Source, and knocked out all three people one by one, casually dragging in the two cultists from outside to kill them, then closed the door.


It sat on the edge of the bed, very troubled, facing the four neatly unconscious people before it.


How am I going to explain this when they wake up...


Chapter 149 Have you figured it out too?