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!

Karlo collapsed onto the bed, letting out a long sigh.


It had been a while since he had fought.


Some time ago, after Sherry, the proprietress of Black Pudding Amber, went public with her identity, Karlo got genuinely excited for a while and was full of energy in everything he did. Under Sherry's orders, he beat up several gangs in succession, but those gangs lurking around Market Street were really not a big deal. They were mostly ordinary people, and Transcendent Vocational Practitioners were few and far between, and essentially all of them were at Second or First Rank. Karlo didn't even need to use any Special Abilities; he could handle them with his fists alone.


Beating up weaklings was fun for a moment, but it soon bored him.


Chapter 167 As long as Ruby comes back, everything will be fine