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!

Clara stood silently in front of the information wall covered with clues.


The Special Duties Bureau's operation had been remarkably effective, simultaneously striking at both Number Two Edge City and the hidden Abyssal Cult believers within the city. It was said that they even caught some big fish of Fourth to Fifth Order, which had alarmed Clara. At that time, the main force of the Abyssal Cult wasn't in Number Two Edge City; the top figures were still in the city. If it hadn't been for this fact, just one Fourth Rank going there would mean none of them could escape—they all would die!


Even though she had mostly shared good news when she spoke to Cherie, the situation wasn't actually that optimistic. This time, the Special Duties Bureau's thunderous action hadn't fully achieved its goal. It was said that when the remaining cultists fled into the depths of the sewers, the Special Duties Bureau was obstructed by another mysterious force and thus lost their trail.


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