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 candlelight flickered slightly on the gilded coiling dragon pillars, and dragon's saliva incense filled the space, turning into mist.


The Dragon Emperor silently listened to Ybur's words, not saying a word. The giant dragon was lying on a treasure mountain piled up with gold. Compared to last time, his condition seemed to have improved — the gold piled beside him was not merely decorative. For a dragon, this shiny, expensive metal not only helps soothe the mind, but its soft yet firm texture was just right for lying on, extremely comfortable.


In this silence, Ybur was terrified, feeling not like he was there to receive a reward, but rather like a criminal awaiting his sentence… After a long silence, the golden mountain suddenly rippled with scale patterns, thousands of jewels cascading down from the treasure mountain like a waterfall, making a clinking sound around the dragon's body.


Chapter 128: So Generous?