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I, a Slime, have also dreamed of becoming a great Demon King!

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: "???"

Winter Snow Thousand Cat Lanterns · Ciudad
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Chapter 106: The Night Witch Stone

The Mysterious Source throbbed, and Ybur felt himself diving with unprecedented ardor and speed!

The distance between the two parties closed rapidly, the leading resident of Cold Plateau had already raised the oar in hand. At the tip of that oar, a purple crystal was swiftly condensing, making the blade of the oar look as though it had suddenly transformed into a weapon of purple crystal, like a blend of Blade and spear.

Its emaciated body floated up in a gentle manner, not particularly swift; it even seemed leisurely, but the speed was deceptively fast, the purple crystal stone trailing a dazzling light in midair!

Ybur confronted that blade edge.

At the moment the Cold Plateau resident made their move, Ybur judged their speed.

Fast.

But… not too fast for him to react!