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!

Since the well-versed elder couldn't figure out this thing either, Ybur could only carefully stow away the bone-stone.


He'd ponder it another time if the opportunity arose.


Ybur remained quite interested in the technique of branding spells onto the body in the form of magic patterns. If he could truly learn it, it would definitely enhance his strength and adaptability to a great extent because Spell—as the general populace sees it—isn't as simple as just the "Fireball Spell" and "Mental Control." There are eight schools of Spell, encompassing everything from energy and mind to matter and spacetime. Top Spellcasters could even become omnipotent, like gods.


But since he couldn't understand it, there was nothing he could do.


However, before leaving, Ybur still asked one more question, "Then, do you have anyone to recommend, shopkeeper?"


Chapter 33: Losing Weight