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!

Although many professions possessed spellcasting ability, such ability was still not something one could obtain effortlessly. It was the most crucial aspect of a casting profession, a kind of "permission". Aside from those races naturally capable of casting spells, spellcasting ability could almost only be acquired through one's profession. For example, a warrior could learn countless martial techniques and possess numerous treasures, yet it would be utterly impossible for him to learn how to cast spells, absolutely impossible!


But… was Zebuzal actually attempting to break this impossibility?


Ybur exclaimed in amazement, "And it did succeed in casting a Spell… has it succeeded?"


"No," Zebuzal shook its head. "It failed."


"Why?" Ybur asked, baffled. "Although this Rat Person is indeed very stupid, that's just an issue with its performance. Your technique should be fine, right?"


"It's not the kind of failure you're thinking of."


Chapter 32: You Really Are Different from Ruby