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!

The baron had definitely recognized it—that was normal, after all, Afu Jiala was the location it had inadvertently exposed. The other party didn't even need to use any magic to confirm its identity; a little reasoning would suffice to guess that the ice cream dumpling was it. So what did the baron's remark mean at this moment, was he truly intending to give me a gift, or was it a veiled warning?


But Ybur dared not hesitate, and had to maintain an appearance of complete ignorance, feigning surprise as it said, "For me? Do I also have one?!"


The baron smiled again and took out something from his chest—a nearly transparent deep blue gem. A pure Water Element flowed naturally from it, making Ybur feel an impulsive sensation momentarily.


Chapter 190: Imitation