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!

Although I indeed didn't do anything, wasn't I having a tough time as well?!


Joking aside, getting God's Blood, could a small fourth-order demon like it really manage that? Its actual strength might be close to a Fifth Rank now, but its demon rank hadn't been elevated; it was all due to the changes brought by Flesh-sculpting! In a place like Xinlandon, where talents blossomed everywhere, where could it get its hands on God's Blood! But The Faceless Master didn't seem like a particularly understanding boss. Well, what else can you expect from a Demon God after all! They're hardly going to empathize with the struggles of their subordinates!


It seemed that it didn't have much time left!


Chapter 31 Hidden Moon