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!

This kind of green slime was highly similar to the body tissue of a Slime—perhaps it could even be said to be some type of Slime tissue, which was why its avatar could continue to exist after transforming its shape.


…And after pondering more carefully, that True Name Zhuoer chanted just now—something like "God of Blood and Hidden Darkness, God Who Dissolves Myriads, God Without Shape or Form"—it sounded quite Slime-like. Could it be that the unknown deity was actually a massively oversized Slime turned god?


Wow, that would genuinely be a Divine Slime!


Chapter 43: Now It's the Abyssal Slime