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 pondered for quite some time when he suddenly remembered—Zebuzal had mentioned that there was a strand of Abyssal Power entwined within it, thus allowing this Dragon Beast's heart to be used for sealing.


Ybur thought carefully for a moment. His contact with Abyssal Power was either the black flames of the Four-Armed Bat Demon he had encountered earlier or the Abyssal Mimicry later on. Since Zebuzal did not clarify, Ybur also could not figure out what exactly Zebuzal meant, whether there were remnants of the black flames inside him or if his Abyssal Mimicry had caused some sort of misunderstanding with Zebuzal?


He couldn't figure it out. If it were the latter, then, of course, it would be better, but if it was the former... The black flames had been removed by the owner of Treasure Pavilion previously, and if it had not been completely cleaned, wouldn't he have to blame the owner's lack of skill? In that case, I would file a complaint!


Chapter 38 Why are there still people here?