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 floated into the Uptown District, making no rash moves.


For now, it wasn't time to take formal action. Although according to the schedule, Macall should have already completed the memorization of the relevant spells, he was probably in the process of buffing himself... To elevate Macall, a Sixth Rank Mage, to a level of Spellcasting Ability almost infinitely close to Ninth Rank was a considerably complex undertaking involving various Rituals, buffs, and blessings, such as praying to the "All-Seeing Eye" to request divine grace, using Earth Vein Rituals, drinking special Elixirs, exploiting the "Death Bell Spiritual Light" to absorb Vitality from sacrifices for temporary Enhancement, using special Magical Materials to fortify certain spells, and piling up various layers of spells, knowledge, skills...


Just hearing about it is headache-inducing.


Chapter 153 Amanda