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 woman was dumbfounded by that statement, causing even her sharp gaze to momentarily space out, showing a hint of daze.


Several seconds later, she hesitated, "This... This... I'm not sure, I've never bought…"


Ybur turned his attentive gaze to the store owner, "Boss, you should know, right?"


The old man disdainfully said, "If the 'Perpetual Calendar' could prolong life, that would be a scam! Although my stuff isn't exactly cheap, I never stoop to selling utterly useless things to deceive people!"


Although the speaker was indifferent, the listener was keen. Ybur's mind stirred, a scam? I'm familiar with that! It seemed neither of the two Jiuxia people had much clue about selling the 'Perpetual Calendar,' which was good. Since he was going to Jiuxia anyway, why not handle the business himself? As for scamming, it didn't matter; Ybur, a cult leader who started by scamming people, wouldn't care about that, would he?


Chapter 59 Slime's Conscience Doesn't Hurt at All