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!

"Not fair, we shapeshifters can only manage up to five mimicries at most, yet you can materialize seven? That seems a bit excessive, doesn't it?"


But upon closer conversation, Ybur realized that the Mist Veil Illusionist's "True Form of Illusion" was nothing like ordinary transformations.


As an Illusionist of great skill, Nerida could indeed take on an ever-changing array of shapes, but only seven blessed by the Seven Veils held the title of "True Form," the rest being merely covered with a layer of illusion. A True Form not only meant she could truly transform into the corresponding race, obtaining their physical form and talents, but also receive the goddess's blessing.


Chapter 96 Mist Veil Illusionist