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!

The body of the Desolation Plague Monster violently shuddered and contorted, struggling to break free from the oppressive fear, regaining its clarity. Only then did it realize its body was submerged in lava, and the Giant Rat shell it used as a cover had mostly been scorched to charcoal.


The Curse of Cursed Earth was a spell that did not differentiate between friend and foe. In those few seconds when it lost control, the rampant curse also harmed itself.


The plague-like inner tissues snapped open the Giant Rat's shell. The Desolation Plague Monster swam out, the lava parting to both sides, even the omnipresent storm quietly avoided it—as a master of controlling curses, once it regained clarity, it naturally couldn't be harmed by its own curses again.


Chapter 94: Fury of the Flamebody