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!

A Sixth Rank Transcendent Being already possessed the strength to slaughter cities and annihilate nations.


The Cursed Earth deployed by the Desolation Plague Monster was a spell-like ability it naturally mastered. If this powerful spell was fully expanded, the area it covered could reach several tens of square kilometers, producing up to six different random curse effects simultaneously within such an extensive range.


Such a powerful spell could not possibly be ready in a short time; the entire spell's channeling time took as long as ten minutes. However, a characteristic of a spell-like ability is that it does not require gestures or verbal components, and can be released merely through thought. During the previous "lesson," the Desolation Plague Monster had been quietly channeling this spell. Now that the confrontation was inevitable, the spell was immediately released, as simple as pulling a trigger.


Chapter 93: God of Eternal Rage