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 was somewhat annoyed, his body undulating and morphing, pushing against Afu Jiala in wave-like surges, causing her body to shiver and her breath to quicken a notch. Ybur, finding it effective, immediately increased the intensity of the vibrations. Afu Jiala let out a soft "mmph", her face slightly flushed, and with a hollow clasp of her hand, a shell composed of Immortal Ink Particles instantly trapped Ybur.


She licked her lips and said, "We'll play when we get back."


What does she mean, acting as if I'm the one messing around? It was clearly her squeezing me!


But since she was the stronger party, Ybur thought it over and endured!


Yet while Afu Jiala was telling him to stop it, she pressed against him again. Ybur felt utterly humiliated; being weak meant he was destined to be nothing more than a woman's plaything!


Chapter 11 Night of Turmoil (Part 2)