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 chewed over these three words, feeling as if the mere name itself contained infinite magic power.


It was the supreme spell, considered the ultimate achievement in the path of magic, needing only to be spoken aloud to change the world and, to some extent, even reverse time and warp causality.


Moreover, Ybur knew something else—the Wish Technique was a Ninth Rank Spell, in other words, only beings who had attained the Ninth Rank were qualified to wield this spell.


...This guy, he must be either a True God or a Demigod!


Chapter 153: Drawing Spectacles