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!

Karlo let out a slight sigh of relief when she saw the tentacles hadn't breached her defenses.


Now that she had reached Third Rank, she could cast "Action Like Tides" twice a day—but this was a powerful technique with extremely limited uses. As the tentacles had thrust toward her before, her mind had been tightly wound, ready to activate "Action Like Tides" at the first sign of trouble. Now that she saw the tentacles hadn't breached her defenses, her tense spirit slightly relaxed.


Then came an even more coherent onslaught.


She chose to specialize in a warrior's close combat weapons set, punching and kicking as swiftly as a storm.


Chapter 43: Song of Destiny's Favor