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 second day was the Hunting Corpse Festival of the Zhuoer Family, and Ybur had woken up early from meditation—outside, a maid was knocking at the door. It let out a long breath and, with a flicker of telekinesis, opened the door; the lightly-dressed maid sauntered in, flipped her palm, and a Crystal Stone spun into the air, flying towards Ybur.


"This is the information about Harbinger Hida, it also mentions the other participants in this Hunting Corpse Festival."


The maid said, "The Matriarch says that the Hunting Corpse has not yet started, but you may leave ahead of time and head to the outskirts of the city. Of course, be careful on the way, and make sure no one sees you."


"Alright," Ybur received the Crystal Stone and probed it with his mind, briefly scanning it, while pulling out his own list, "Take this to your Matriarch. I hope that by the time I return, the materials on the list will already be prepared... and don't forget about the curse."


Chapter 57: The Trap for the Abyssal Believers