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 slipped into Star Observing City like a hermit crab, tumbling and crawling, dodging the shadow that was reaching for him, and while running, he panted, "Is it my delusion, or does it feel like ever since we entered the painting, we've been constantly on the run?"


Saraphido couldn't speak—her head was buzzing from being shaken so hard.


Temir spread his transformed wings and flew low in front of Ybur, saying, "I don't know! But the monsters here are too strange, we can't assess their strength, so it's better to avoid fighting if possible!"


Despite his words, perhaps due to a trick of the light, the shadow reaching out toward them on the ground began elongating at an abnormal speed. Ybur couldn't see what was casting the shadow; he only saw it advancing rapidly toward him and jumped up as if his butt was on fire, "Looks like we can't run away!"


Chapter 146 Under the Starry Sky