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's body shuddered, and the skin membrane on its body surface rippled with surprise, as if a human had raised an eyebrow: "That quickly?"


Afu Jiala was also surprised, "What are you talking about?"


Her gaze toward Ybur turned sharp in an instant: "What have you been doing behind my back?"


Macall looked at Afu Jiala with a bemused glance, then addressed Ybur: "This set of theories is quite interesting. At first, I thought that inscribing Magic Patterns on the skin of a creature was just to achieve effects similar to a magic scroll, but after further research, I came to understand that this is actually an attempt to use external imprints to grant creatures Spell-like abilities... No, to be precise, acquiring Spell-like abilities is secondary; this is an attempt to use external means to break through a creature's inherent 'limitations.'"


Chapter 66 Archfire Slime