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!

The moon slowly ascended from the mirror-smooth surface of the lake, revealing the figure of Hidden Moon Noita under the moonlight. Gazing at Ybur with a cool expression, she said, "What is it?"


Ybur was about to speak when suddenly a notion struck him, and he tentatively asked, "...Should I call you 'Great Aunt' or 'Auntie'?"


A trace of impatience flashed in Hidden Moon's eyes. Feeling the chilly gaze piercing him like twin ice daggers, Ybur quickly curled himself into a harmless ball, thinking to himself how petty she was, getting all upset just because he tried to make a familial connection... Hurriedly, he got to the point: "How can I find the true name of a Seventh Rank Prophet Mage?"


Hidden Moon replied calmly, "There's no need for you to rush. Before long, Macall will be advancing to the Sixth Rank, and then I will have him assist you. For now, watch carefully and make sure not to startle the serpent."


Chapter 123 Union