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 pondered deeply before he spoke, "Sherry, are you sure you didn't do something?"


Sherry countered, "Ybur, you know me. If I had made a move, this little girl would be too weak to even speak right now."


Ybur pondered again, "Could it be that while I was unable to control myself, Zhuoer did something to me? Damn it, I always feel like Zhuoer took advantage of me."


"Are you really not even slightly suspicious of yourself?" Sherry exclaimed angrily.


Ybur's body bubbled twice as he murmured deeply, "Saraphido."


Saraphido came to in a daze, but her soul seemed half adrift, still floating skyward. Confused, she nuzzled against Ybur, "My lord~"


Ybur's body jolted, and with a slap, he let her fall to the ground.


Saraphido snapped to alertness, nervously scrambling to her feet, "My lord! It—it was my fault!"


Ybur asked, "Do we still have enough Flesh-sculpting Serum? I plan to initiate another Flesh-sculpting Ritual."


Chapter 52 You Lazy Pig!!