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 was completely exhausted and lay there for quite a while, unable to get up.


The Matriarch said coldly, "You've really suffered a huge loss, having flesh-sculpted so many times, yet I've never seen anything as disruptive as this! Half of my pool has been destroyed. It's been an heirloom of our family for a thousand years and is invaluable. How will you compensate me for this?"


Ybur said lazily, "It's not like it evaporated into thin air. It just spewed out flesh, that's all. Can't you just clean it up later… and don't think I don't know. The materials in the flesh-sculpting pool increase in value the more they're used. Old flesh gets consumed, new flesh fills in. Now, with my Melting Snow added in, the value will definitely be better than before. If anything, you've made a profit."


"The Divine Slime, myself, taking a bath in your pool is practically a blessing!"


Chapter 65: The Gift of Iron Ring City