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!

Ybur's body contracted, its skin tensed with fear.


These elves were fiercely lethal, and each one was either teleporting or long-range attackers; they were practically the bane of demons. One or two could be dealt with, but swarmed by so many, wouldn't it be torn to pieces?!


However, although the elves were closing in, they didn't attack right away. What were they worried about? A thought flashed through Ybur's mind as it realized, I still have a hostage! It immediately puffed up slightly, projecting threatening spikes in all directions, and shouted, "Don't come any closer! Come any closer and I'll kill him!"


"Don't mind me!" the elf bound by Ybur shouted, "Slaying demons is our duty! There's nothing wrong with sacrificing oneself for duty—"


Chapter 133: Can We Reconcile?