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!

After the performance ended, Karlo and Cherie collected their pay backstage and were then teleported out of the grand theater. Karlo counted the balance in his Dream Crystal account, "Did one show, earned... uh... what's 106 minus 51?"


Karlo exclaimed with surprise, "That's quite a lot! I just performed for a few hours, and I earned so many Dream Crystals!"


——In the first act, after her role as the mini-boss ended, Karlo took advantage of the intermission to run down and redo her makeup, then went on to play other roles.


Karlo asked again, "How much did you earn?"


Cherie sighed, "Less than half of what you made."


"After all, I just announced the act..." Cherie shrugged, "They say the formal employees here at the grand theater make quite a bit. It's too bad we're just temps."


Chapter 9: The Black Pudding Club