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!

"At least this should keep Clara alive,"


Ybur poked at the jelly-like Slime with a tentacle.


It was a Gelatinous Monster, a weak distant relative of the Black Pudding Monster.


The underlying principle of Dissolving Blessing was actually the same as Fifth Rank's "Malicious Transfiguration." It distorted not only the body but also interfered with the mind, causing the intelligence level of the subject to regress to that of a Slime. However, under the torment of the peeling sickness, this could perhaps be considered an act of mercy. Remaining ignorant to one's own suffering due to lack of self-awareness is better than constantly enduring the intense itching.


Moreover, becoming like this made the restoration quite simple—though called a blessing, in reality, it was a curse, so it could be broken with a third-level "Remove Curse."


Chapter 97: Fatal Divination