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 cursed inwardly as he felt a severe dizziness in his head.


The sensation of falling into the vortex was like being stuffed into a tumble dryer and spun around several times, a discomfort and vertigo he hadn't experienced in a long time. He shook his head and reopened his eyes, at the same time retracting a large amount of his tissue into his body—maintaining the entirety of his expanded body was just too costly. Although shrinking his body inevitably led to a decrease in strength, Ybur didn't care much about being sneak-attacked a few times anyway.


Looking around, it was all chaos, with no clue about where he was. Ybur remembered the moment he fell into the vortex, thinking that he must have entered into a secret realm formed after the death of a demigod... just uncertain which one it was this time. Speaking of which, it was strange, when that meteor fell, for some reason, it seemed to suddenly turn and strike his way; logically, he shouldn't have been hit...


Chapter 2 Oh, Brother!