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!

Cherie put on her mask and entered the Hind Bookshop.


Today, yet another meeting was set to unfold here.


Compared to the last time, Cherie seemed much more at ease this round. She arrived early, looked around, and chose a relatively spacious corner to sit down. Before long, Cherie sensed someone approaching her. Upon closer inspection, it was Clara.


Honestly, since her return from Number Two Edge City, where a venture had yielded nothing and she nearly lost her life, Cherie had developed some grievances against Clara, but it wasn't something she felt comfortable to express outright. Now, she merely frowned behind her mask without moving away.


The other party sat next to her, leaned in a bit closer, and whispered into her ear, resuming Clara's original tone of voice, "Long time no see."


"Long time no see," Cherie nodded slightly and politely responded, "What have you been up to lately? How are things going on your end?"


Chapter 13 The Second Assembly