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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: "???"

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Chapter 173 Surface of the Earth

"...Success?"

Ybur replied languidly. This scene should have sparked surprise within it, but at the moment it was so exhausted that the part of its body in charge of emotions seemed to have shut down, desiring nothing more than to sleep instantly, even ignoring what new abilities it had gained.

"You can't sleep yet!"

Sherry reminded, "You might not have noticed it yourself, but you actually passed out briefly. Most of the day has already gone by; the tundra express is arriving within the day, and if you sleep now, you're likely to miss it. There's still so much to do."

Ybur let out a pained sigh, "So busy…"

Due to its extreme fatigue, it felt like it had developed a severe case of procrastination, lacking the energy to do anything. Ybur mustered some effort on the spot and finally roused a bit of spirit to perk up.