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 couldn't help but feel a little joyful upon seeing the fishing, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he sneakily flicked a wad of bodily tissue which flew out and landed in the water, where it slowly expanded and took on the form of a fish.


Gongshu Zhu stroked his beard, looking towards the two and sighed, "Forget it, it's been many days already, and I haven't caught a fish. It seems my luck is just this bad... Wait, your name was Ah Fu, right?"


"Hmm... It's easier to remember you as Ah Fu." Gongshu Zhu stroked his beard again and then turned to Ybur; his murky eyes held an unusual sharpness as if he could see through Ybur's human disguise straight to his true nature: "And who might this be? Doesn't look like a Constructor... Hm? Apparently not a human either, what race are you?"


Chapter 46 The Dream of the Creator