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!

A flicker of thought crossed Ybur's mind.


The white-haired despot Vaun seemed to have followed the Fallen Beast Pathway of the Pillar God Yue. As a hero of his stature, he was destined to be personally guided by Yue's envoy upon death, and might even be reborn as a Subordinate God under Yue. However, once he ascended to the Dream Realm, it would be hard for him to directly interfere with the Awake World anymore. Moreover, rebirth as a god wasn't something that happened overnight—it was a very lengthy process that took at least decades. For the Beastmen in the current Secret Silver Fortress, Vaun being "called by the God" was practically no different from being dead.


So, Vaun would die tonight? How did this Beastman get the news? His status among the Beastmen seemed quite high?


Ybur narrowed his eyes and listened even more intently.


Chapter 9 Turbulent Night (Part 1)