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!

I've always been the one who devours others, now it's my turn to be eaten, huh?!


Ybur immediately plunged his tentacles into the embodiment of desire, but after sucking twice, he realized something was off... These avatars, although they looked exactly like him, were actually formed directly from the energy of the Dream Realm, seemingly identical on the surface but one taste and it was clear. Ybur felt his stomach gurgling, a bad premonition of diarrhea impending.


...It's not that it doesn't digest at all, but it probably takes a very long time, and before then, whatever is eaten would actually drag it down.


Ybur looked again at the embodiment of desire and suddenly noticed that it seemed to have indigestion too, its internal tissues crinkling and churning. Ybur laughed out of irritation, "Still eating?!"


Chapter 162: There are Still Experts!