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 pondered for a while, thinking that the Baron had so many aliases that his servants might not know his real name, it seemed that the original plan was unworkable. Not only was that guy's appearance fake, but his name was fake too...


And against a Seventh Rank Prophet Mage who's highly vigilant, using Prophetic Magic to gather intelligence was obviously not going to work.


It seemed that physical methods were the only option left.


A thought flashed in Ybur's mind: Isn't there a great detective named Clara in Xinlandon?


Chapter 135: Who Allowed You to Save Him?