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's body immediately shrank back a bit, leaving only one tentacle, which rose like a submarine's periscope, with an eye point forming at the tip, watching carefully.


The humans gathered around the lake, began to lay out materials, and sketched arrays; it seemed... they were conducting some kind of ritual?


Ybur's gaze swept over the scene again and suddenly snapped to attention.


Startled, Ybur quickly retreated and hid back among the group of Corroding Beasts.


Upon seeing that Shadow Puppet, it immediately realized—it was the Abyssal Cult! But how did these people find this place? Could it be they came specifically for me? With everything it had done, there indeed was a quite a possibility it would be targeted... But it didn't make sense. How did these guys even find this place? Could it be by using spells or divination?


Ybur suddenly felt as if it were "sweating cold sweat."


Yet, upon further thought, something felt off.


Chapter 39: In short, just take a bite