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 quickly shrank again, the process not like that of a "deflating balloon" but rather like a dreamy bubble bursting all of a sudden.


Maintaining such a massive spirit body was quite a strenuous task for it.


At this moment, it was extremely exhausted.


As Ybur slowly dragged back the fragments of its body that it had sprayed out, it spoke, "Sherry, that lousy idea of yours almost killed me."


"...Why do I get the feeling that your mood is a bit off?"


"It's nothing." Ybur said, "I'm just too tired."


Perhaps it wasn't tiredness, but a numbness. The pain that was too intense was like a rasp, and Ybur felt as if many of the "creases" on its soul had been smoothed out, and it might take a long time to recover. It was merely hanging on by a thread, and in a little while, it would need to get a good sleep.


Chapter 161 Dream