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!

Afu Jiala went blank for a moment, "Train conductor…"


"Wait, wait," Ybur jumped up. "Why do you look like you're bidding farewell for life and death? It's quite sentimental. You just sit here, train conductor, and if anything goes wrong, I'll go."


Yodun hesitated, "If someone really wants to take the risk for me, then of course I wouldn't mind, but... Behemoth is a Ninth Rank demigod existence. Even I would find it very difficult to hold on under Behemoth for long. Your going..."


To "draw off" Behemoth, you would at least need the strength to withstand its attacks and pursuits for some time while also capturing its attention. Yodun skeptically thought, can you, a little guy not even at Sixth Rank, really do it?


The main reason was that he wouldn't die.


Chapter 68: The Might of the Behemoth