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!

After Sherry presented her analysis, Ybur pondered and said, "Sherry, could you ask for me..."


Sherry then said, "Ms. Mina, regarding Xinlandon, I've always had a doubt. If one were to act unrestrained, an Eighth Rank would be enough to truly annihilate all the ordinary people of Xinlandon. In such a case, why is there still a need to vie for public opinion in the form of political parties?"


Mina laughed and said, "I too wondered about this at one point, but later I came to understand."


Chapter 130 Randt's Rule