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 furious, "Do I really have no dignity at all? Why are you still laughing!"


I'll stab you! Stab you to death stab you to death stab you to death...


Ybur cursed incessantly in his heart. But after all, Hidden Moon was one of only two Ninth Ranks in the Awake World today, and Ybur didn't dare to act rashly, so in his anger, he could only seethe internally.


With some speechlessness, Afu Jiala said, "Ybur, I'm very angry, could you not try to make me laugh at a time like this? My mood is really crashing."


Ybur was angry again, "Who is trying to make you laugh! I'm being serious, okay!!"


Afu Jiala wasn't sure what to say anymore and could only close her eyes in defeat.


Damn, you've made my emotions all disorganized.


Chapter 38 Do I Really Have No Face?