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 hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why that one?"


Sherry shook her head: "The Path of Perfection only has a few professions, four in total. The first is the Dragon Disciple, corresponding to the ancient Dragon Path; the second is the Evolution Mage created by the Evil God Hagendi; the third is the Martial Artist; and the fourth is the Seeker. Being an Earth God without true flesh and blood, let alone Dragon Blood, I could never follow the paths of the Evolution Mage or Dragon Disciple. As for being a Martial Artist... although it's the most representative profession and has the most branches for Advancement within the Path of Perfection, I'm actually not fond of fighting and killing, so that left me with only the path of a Seeker."


Ybur hesitated again before finally saying, "But Seekers... are rather weak..."


Chapter 116 Sherry's Little History Class