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!

"Is there a Demon hiding in Xinlandon City?"


Upon hearing Cherie's report, Ybur couldn't help but feel a trace of unease.


It might be overthinking, but the Baron appeared mysteriously from nowhere, and now the news of a Demon emerged; Ybur couldn't help but connect the two. Could they actually be related? If so, perhaps the Baron is not just a simple Mage...


At that thought, Ybur immediately entered Ingort and sought out Hidden Moon.


Hidden Moon was presiding over the Spell Contract Ritual for Macall.


The ritual was about halfway through. Dark silver Star Sand flowed in a circle from Hidden Moon's fingertips, and the phases of the moon above the altar slowly transitioned from a crescent moon towards a full moon. At the moment of the full moon, Hidden Moon split her own shadow. This two-dimensional darkness spread along the moonlight into a galaxy dark belt, enveloping Macall in a nebula formed of liquid silver.


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