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!

Clara lay in darkness, her mind filled with such thoughts, feeling devoid of all interest in life. The spark of life seemed to be extinguishing bit by bit within her body, and a quiet sense of despair and powerlessness was growing in her heart.


She didn't want to do anything, she couldn't even muster the energy to commit suicide—not that it would matter since the demon would surely stop her if she tried.


She lay motionless, naked and yet unable to even feel shame.


Time passed, and suddenly, in the darkness, a crimson eye opened.


Clara let out a wry, miserable chuckle and simply closed her eyes.


The voice drifted into her ears, and Clara was taken aback for a moment, taking several seconds to grasp what was being said. But she didn't react, only managing a weak laugh.


Chapter 115: Understanding Sister (For Real)