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!

Qing Qiu, holding a Thin Sword, flew in the air. The Zhuoer bat cavalry around her were awkwardly frozen in place for a moment, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. It wasn't so much a standoff with Qing Qiu as it seemed like they were being punished and made to stand at attention. One of the soldiers had gone to send a message early on, and after a few minutes, the cavalry, as if following an order, dispersed to either side, opening up a path. On the ground within Zhuoer's garden, a figure stood there, her alluring voice drifting over clearly:


"Sweeping in so furiously, do you intend to kill me?"


That voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an indescribable temptation that even made Ybur feel a tickle in his heart, as if a feather had lightly caressed him, causing an itchy sensation.


His Eye Points converged, casting his gaze toward that figure—no, or rather, as if drawn by some attraction, his attention was involuntarily captured by that figure.


Chapter 42 Female Zhuoer Wants to Eat Someone!