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!

Cherie and Clara held hands, drank the Featherfall, and jumped straight out of the drain.


Their bodies indeed felt as light as feathers.


The downstream wind buoyed them up, allowing them to elegantly drift down in mid-air. Although their descent was slow, the vague sensation of weightlessness and the feeling of having no solid ground underneath made Cherie involuntarily tense, her fingers tightening their grip.


Clara took a sharp breath, whispered softly, "You're holding on quite tightly... relax a bit, it's okay."


"Mm..." Cherie responded cautiously, looking downward. Gradually, the view of Lake Koss came into their sight, its surface covered with a somewhat ominous green slime. Cultists occasionally threw living creatures into the lake, and at these moments, the green slime would roil violently like a giant monster, devouring those creatures.


Cherie was terrified, "What is that? What are they doing?!"


Chapter 51: The Detective Who Drops the Ball