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!

It wasn't because she was being ordered around by that demon—in fact, being at the demon's beck and call gave Clara a sense of familiarity, like returning home. At home, when faced with her mother, she was used to being similarly ordered about. Besides, didn't this exactly prove she was of value?


The real reason for Clara's foul mood lay in the harsh living conditions.


No palace, no comfortable bedding, no exquisite meals... not even a servant by her side!!


Chapter 92: The Curse of the Wilderness Plague