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 inexplicably amazing, glowing liquid poured out onto him, and though he did not know its purpose, his intuition told him that the substance was beneficial for his body. As the wondrous glow spread throughout his body, Ybur felt as if his bodily fluids were boiling, bubbling inside him, with an impulse for transformation sprouting within.


The essence of the heart felt the pull of change and became more active, even giving Ybur the sensation that the "Mysterious Source was spontaneously condensing."


...This couldn't possibly be someone going out of their way to bring me benefits, right?


He continued using the Eye Point to spy discreetly, shaping his "Periscope" to resemble a Corroding Beast to prevent detection. A single slime hiding among countless others truly resembled a drop in the ocean, completely indiscernible.


Saraphido's Shadow Puppet made a round and then focused on the "dyeing" below.


Chapter 40 Flesh-sculpting Begins