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 first dish the Gnolls served was lamb and assorted offal, stewed in a clay pot until soft and falling off the bone, emitting the fragrance of farmhouse firewood cooking.


Ybur directly sucked it all in in one gulp, not sparing even the bones, and even planned to eat the clay pot as well.


"...?!" The Gnoll carrying the pot was dumbfounded, eyes wide and round, staring in a dazed and helpless manner.


Ybur patted its head: "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't eat Gnolls..."


Ybur realized his mistake and slapped his head: "I ate too much, forgot about your share. Here, I have something good too, let you guys try some."


He pretended to reach into his chest, and a dimensional rift opened in his body. After searching for a moment, Ybur took out a partly solidified "cake" and smiled: "How about you try this?"


Chapter 32 Fortune Beast