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 looked at her somewhat curiously, "Otherwise? Surely you can't really play the scoundrel, right..."


"That's not necessarily unfeasible," Sherry stated seriously.


Ybur extended a thin tentacle and scratched the top of his head, "At least I have to pay back the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, right? I feel like he's a pretty decent guy, and they have a lot of stuff there. I would need to go there for purchases in the future."


Sherry nodded, "That works. Anything else?"


Ybur scratched his head, "What else is there?"


Sherry said, "Let me confirm something first, as your avatar, I should possess the strength of a Third-Order Shapeshifter, correct?"


Ybur mulled it over a bit, "Not completely, but basically yes."


Chapter 4 Sky Gold