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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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551 Chs

Chapter 33 This is not up to you

Ingort and Xinlandon indeed had vastly different layouts.

Xinlandon gave the impression of a dirty, dirty wrap, layer upon layer. The haphazardly growing Downtown District resembled an onion wrapped in layers upon layers of ruins. The abandoned sewers from the noon era before Dayfall mingled with the new city areas, then sprouted new, chaotic sewer regions. Several major earthquakes were like huge scars that penetrated the city, yet new areas had extended above these scars… On the whole, it was chaos. If more words were to be used to describe it, then you'd have to add crowded, filthy…

Speaking of which, deep underground there was another Xinlandon's "Uptown District" that Ybur abruptly realized he could have visited a long time ago… given his ability to burrow. But exploring the Uptown District had never been a particularly urgent matter, so Ybur had never set off.

Ingort was another matter.

This was a very "normal" city.