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!

Saraphido merely issued the task, unconcerned with how it was ultimately accomplished; after all, she only cared about the final results.


Finding a hiding place was Saraphido's pressing priority.


As a Phantom Master specialized in remotely manipulating puppets, her nature was to hide and seek cover, and she always felt unsafe presenting herself in person. Moreover, she found it difficult to accept the company of humans—a deep-seated disdain and disgust made her look down upon those creatures living above her world.


—In the world view of Zhuoer, there are only three types of beings: Zhuoers, slaves more lowly than Zhuoer, and elves who deserve to die.


That abandoned laboratory, though well-situated and far more comfortable than a natural cave, was too conspicuous as the only man-made structure around, and thus unsuitable.


Chapter 37: Dragon Beast's Heart