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 had taken a bath and suddenly felt something was off.


The last time that demon had sent her back, the first thing she did was take a bath, and then trouble followed. Now she had been sent back again and had just taken another bath... It seemed ominously familiar.


After giving it a brief thought, Clara felt a slight tingling on her back and quickly climbed out of the bathtub, wrapping herself in a bath towel. After a quick wipe, she tied the towel around herself as if it were a piece of clothing.


She first checked for any clues she had left behind in her diary.


Sure enough, there were signs of tampering.


Chapter 116: Full Understanding