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!

However, now was not a suitable time to turn against the Desolation Plague Monster.


Ybur thought that the Special Duties Bureau was indeed a tougher opponent than the Desolation Plague Monster... The tricky part was that the Desolation Plague Monster's motives weren't pure; it hadn't come just to attend a lecture, but it also wanted to sneakily steal Karlo from right under its nose—how could that be tolerated? They were bound to clash, but how to handle the aftermath required careful consideration.


The best outcome, of course, would be to make the Desolation Plague Monster begrudgingly swallow a silent loss. Ybur was all for open-source spirit and didn't mind sharing the secrets of flesh-sculpting with others—after all, it wasn't his own, and it was easy to be generous with someone else's resources.


Chapter 91: Ready to Take Action