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 stood there, thinking it was all over, that plans never keep up with changes. He had just walked out the door and was about to be ambushed…


Could it be the influence of Karlo's crow's mouth? Now he really had to fight his way out!


Wait a moment, perhaps it was also because of his bad luck; his luck had never been good… Could he be jinxed?!


Ybur's thoughts raced, his resolve suddenly firm. His five fingers clenched into a fist, and a gelatinous substance oozed from his body surface, forming spikes that made his fist akin to wearing brass knuckles, and then he smashed out a fierce spiked punch!


The air was pierced by the punch, emitting a sharp noise, and the shadow puppet instantly burst apart, but the next moment, another shadow puppet rose from the shadows nearby, screaming, "You really are suspicious! Who are you!"


Chapter 150: Not Killed Out, But Rolled Out