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 punch from the left hand struck out. Karlo was slightly cautious this time, reserving a third of her strength, yet it was still a punch like a cannonball. Tole was too close—far too close. High-ranking Spellcasters indeed have a thousand ways to toy with lower-ranking professions, but only under the condition of an asymmetrical, one-sided strike, creating a situation where the opponent can't retaliate. At this distance, someone like Karlo, a warrior, held a significant advantage.


His body shifted, and the agility he exhibited in that instant astonishingly caused Karlo's punch to miss. Fortunately, Karlo's little trick took effect; after throwing the left punch, her body naturally followed through in rotation, releasing an even stronger right-hand hook. The circular burst of energy directly rushed toward Tole's face!


Chapter 41 The Truth About Dayfall?_2