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!

The Abyssal Breath is too intense, Ybur thought.


In this place, its Environment Mimicry Domain was compressed once again, now it could only project outward less than two kilometers. The water pressure here is no longer just a physical force; it feels more like some kind of living curse, as if entering the Deep Gully is like being swallowed by some giant beast, ingested into its throat.


Whether it's the blind eels swimming past, or those crustaceans, each carries distinct Abyssal traits—abnormal horns, tumorous growths or tendrils protruding from their bodies. But if you concentrate on it, the pollution from the Abyss should start from those growing fungal mats... Ybur extends a tendril, attaching to those mats, nibbles cautiously, pondering that the hydrothermal vents in the depths of the gully must connect to the Abyss—indeed, anything related to the "Underground Fire" could eventually trace back to the Abyss.


The Awake World is sandwiched between the Dream Realm and the Abyss.


Chapter 18 Kraken