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!

Baron Ybur could not wait any longer, leading Ybur himself into a kind of hunter-prey identity reversal fantasy—he felt like the baron might be hiding in the shadows, watching him like a cockroach. Ybur was on pins and needles, thinking to himself that one could only be a thief for so long, how could one guard against a thief forever? What if the baron was really hiding in the shadows stealthily gathering his information?


The bigger trouble was—Ybur worried that the baron, following the clue of the Desolation Plague Monster, might take notice of his Black Pudding Bank.


Chapter 131: Macall's 6th Tier Ritual