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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 90: Departing Again

Two days later, the strife of Behemoth finally ceased.

The World-Splitting Demon Dragon had a hard-won victory. The severely injured Windstorm Honggera fled in a sorry state, and the World-Splitting Demon Dragon also staggered away with its body covered in wounds.

After using Divination to confirm that the two Behemoths would not return, the Snow Plain Train began preparations to depart the next day.

To ensure a smooth departure, Hidden Moon personally presided over the Ritual, bestowing a "meticulously planned Luck" blessing on the train—normally, one must invoke a God of Luck like Angler to obtain good fortune through a Ritual, and Hidden Moon's was similar, launching a face-saving measure, having previously informed the other Demigods, "See, these are my people, take care of them."

Being Demigods themselves, of course, they had to give face.

After the Ritual ended, the train finally left Ingort.

Ybur was astonished.