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 shuddered at the thought of his encounter at the Dwarf Fortress: Damn, after having defeated two Eighth Ranks before, what if he ends up killing the Dragon Emperor now!


Meanwhile, Manchesi was utterly confused, with both heads twisting and turning, clueless about what to do.


Dragons are food, it wanted to kill; Hong Gela was the arch-enemy, it wanted to kill; Evil Ghosts reeking of Abyssal Breath, of course, it also wanted to kill!


Only two heads, yet faced with three enemies or rather prey, its limited brain capacity couldn't quite keep up!


After a brief contemplation, the World-Splitting Demon Dragon began to breathe deeply, inhaling colossal amounts of air, even producing a coarse whistling noise between its mouth and nose.


With a low growl, the Dragon Emperor's body twisted violently, like a massive crocodile rolling during a dive.


Chapter 107: Void Trap