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!

Having just concluded his consultation with Habow, Sherry reminded him, "The flesh-sculpting toxin you need is ready."


Ybur's heart leaped with joy, "Really? That was fast?"


"Why would I lie to you!" Sherry said, "I'm sending it over to you now!"


Earlier, Ybur had thought about demonstrating the effects of the flesh-sculpting toxin to the Matriarch, so he had asked Sherry and Saraphido among others to prepare for it. Actually, concocting a dose of flesh-sculpting toxin wasn't difficult; the hard part was making the choice because he hadn't decided what subject to use as the raw material for the flesh-sculpting toxin. Since the toxin was to be used for demonstration, it obviously couldn't be injected into Ybur himself, given its own unique nature. Even if the flesh-sculpting toxin was successfully absorbed by him, it might not appear universally applicable in the eyes of the Matriarch.


Chapter 62 Flesh-sculpting Transaction