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 architecture of the Sea Clan had a peculiar style.


For terrestrial races, "up and down" was clearly distinct from "forward, backward, left, and right" because humans themselves lacked the ability to fly. Ascending was significantly more difficult than moving forward or backward, and even for those beings with the flight ability, flying and landing were distinctly different postures. Thus, "up and down" also carried connotations of hierarchy in language.


Up and down, just like forward, backward, left, and right, didn't have much difference to them.


Chapter 100: The World of the Sea Clan