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 streets were crowded, and Ybur, intent on cultivating an image of a wise elder, begrudgingly spent a few hundred Dream Crystals to reserve a private dining room in a restaurant, where the group could enjoy a quiet meal and talk.


The food in the Dream Realm had its own unique traits; in this world that prioritized the spirit, even the same ingredients could be interpreted by chefs into entirely different forms. Many dishes had even ascended to the realm of "art," existing in the form of music and poetry, then employing synesthesia to allow diners to savor the taste through reading or listening.


Of course, as with art, there was also postmodern art, with some things completely incomprehensible yet highly priced. Ybur felt that these things were less art and more akin to a kind of trickery.


Chapter 22 I'll Keep You Waiting