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's White Tiger avatar roused from a light slumber.


Blessed by the promotional campaign, this avatar flourished in benevolence, and every time consciousness descended, it experienced a sense of spiritual radiance and mental stability, blending harmoniously like an elixir, to the extent that lingering negative emotions twined around its heart were unconsciously dispelled.


Its shoulder blades twitched as a pair of snow-white wings unfolded from its back, and in the next moment, the massive tiger's body soared into the air, flew out of the forest, grazed the sky, and astounded some farmers who saw it, yet they were not overly panicked—after all, the image of the fortunate White Tiger had long been circulated in the area.


"Old lady, come out and see the Fortune Beast, maybe catch some good fortune!" someone called their wife to join them.


Ybur did not linger in these locales, continuing its flight on the wind.


Chapter 85: The Malevolent City God