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's remaining consciousness murmured, yet felt a flood-like survival pulse coming from the mycelial network. It was an ancient resonance older than any magic; the slight tremor of a seed breaking through the soil, the twitching of a butterfly's legs as it emerges from its cocoon, the first heartbeat of a bird inside its eggshell...


One hundred and thirty million mycelia issued a primordial explosion-level concerto of life. These lower life forms were executing the ultimate command from the origin of life—they disregarded the host's despair, like heat-loving microbes at a seafloor volcanic vent, and divided madly amidst a blood rain.


Chapter 164: Passing the Trial, Melter's Gate