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!

Despite the protection of the Vital Bubble, it was still cold outside. Looking around, towering stone walls encircled the entire fortress. Given that Dwarves, a race originally living underground, had built the fortress, there weren't many outdoor scenes. Most areas were enveloped under a labyrinth of buildings—roofs so thick that they blocked out the sky, which gave Airey a sense of safety—very few streets were open to the sky, narrow and delicate, intersecting like the city's capillaries, with hardly any pedestrians to be seen.


Ybur had been flying for quite some time and finally passed the central tower that stood in the middle of the fortress like a bell tower, reaching the West Court where the Beastmen were.


There was a very clear boundary line between the East and West Courts.


Chapter 8 Beastman West Court