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!

When suffering became a ubiquitous background noise, it no longer felt unbearable but turned into something monotonous and persistent. The heart-wrenching pain slowly subsided, replaced by a vague, dull, and somber sensation, as if a once brightly colored world had suddenly been engulfed by an unceasing plum rain.


Stagnant, moist, sultry, each breath mixed with dense fog. The fog, carrying an unpleasant sensation, penetrated the respiratory tract, slowly spreading and filling the lungs. Ybur felt like a metal tool rusting slowly in the rain, with rust stains trickling down in reddish-brown.


A voice suddenly whispered by its ear, "Nihility."


64 chapters, I've realized again