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 walked out of the temple, planning how to spend the money.


It seemed like the debt to the boss could almost be paid off, and the rest could be considered for buying a batch of Passion Blood to help Karlo reach the Third Rank... and then there might be a bit of change left over, but it didn't matter; it was best to hold on to it for now.


Ybur had also inquired that a Mysterious Source materialized by a Third Rank vocational practitioner was roughly worth around one hundred and fifty, fluctuating up and down, which was still quite valuable.


Chapter 8 The Golden Scales