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!

The next morning, Karlo sprang from the bed and clapped her hands vigorously.


She had thought about the deep meaning behind the name "Black Pudding Society" all night, and now, she finally had a reasonable explanation in her heart.


Cherie was woken up by the noise, yawning sleepily, "What are you doing..."


Meditation couldn't fully replace sleep, but after becoming a vocational practitioner, one's need for sleep did indeed gradually decrease. For a profession like warrior, owing to an abundance of Body Secret Source, quick rests were enough to recover energy swiftly, but Cherie wasn't there yet. Thus, after ending her meditation, she still needed a short nap, and she had barely closed her eyes for a few seconds when she was rudely awakened by Karlo.


Chapter 10: The Black Bread Party