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 listened to Macall for a long time, trying to interject several times but was not able to get a word in. Finally, when Macall was almost done talking, Ybur raised a hand and said, "Is there a more streamlined version?"


Macall looked at Ybur with pity. "I've already simplified most of the tactical thoughts and many specific conditions and effects of the spells, only telling you the simplest things. Can you really not understand?"


Ybur felt annoyed, experiencing the condescension and disdain from the smart vantage point of a spellcaster. The spellcasters' contempt for "Muggles" probably originated from the All-Knowing Eye, it is said that the demigod [All-Knowing Eye] had gone too far on the path of seeking knowledge, nearly becoming a machine of divine power devoid of humanity; but whenever it encountered a non-spellcaster who couldn't cast spells, it would still burst out passionately with the word "stupid Muggle"...


Chapter 133 So You Can Cast Spells, Huh!