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 train moved steadily above the academy, and Macall stayed at the top of his Mage Tower, quietly reading a book.


Dayfall had almost caused a world-wide extinction of creatures and a disruption in the continuity of civilizations. As the place least affected by Dayfall, Jiuxia, on the contrary, retained the most ancient texts. As a result, many books that were originally from Randt, Ingort, and other places, which could no longer be found, were still preserved in translations in Jiuxia. On his previous visit to Jiuxia, Macall had found a batch of translations of ancient magic texts that had been lost.


Now the only problem was the translation.


Chapter 26: How to Deal with a Prophet Mage