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!

Ybur comfortably stayed within the encirclement of countless Corroding Beasts.


The food supply in this area was abundant, with innumerable Corroding Beasts, enough for it to consume for... goodness knows how many days. And because of its presence as an "external foe," the clusters of Corroding Beasts on the lake surface would expend a great deal of energy engaging in futile resistance against it, which would inevitably slow down the rampaging of the Corroding Beasts...


And with time dragging on, the Corroding Beasts in this area should be mostly consumed by it.


A crisis thus dissolved into nothing, amen, Ybur was truly magnificent.


Although staying in this place meant doing nothing but eating and sleeping, with darkness above and nothing visible but the wriggling clusters of Corroding Beasts, it indeed got a bit dull; however, fortunately, Ybur had an Avatar.


It projected its consciousness remotely and began to pay attention to the situation within the city.


Chapter 35 Moving House