Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Within half a minute of the materials arriving.

He created a very rudimentary version of a microphone and speaker.

Two data wires were attached to Morty's temples, and the AI's powerful computing capabilities were used to lock onto Morty's brainwaves.

Grandpa attempted to communicate for the first time.

"Motty, Morty, can you hear me?"

Jerry: "..."

At this moment, Jerry, in the first layer of the dream, is doing some unspeakable things to the unconscious dream Beth.

Suddenly I heard my grandfather's voice.

Even a loser like Jerry.

It's not uncommon for them to start swearing and cursing.

"Fuck! Rick! Do you have to bother me at this crucial moment?!"

Grandpa: "???"

Sang Mei: "???"

Beth: "???"

Old Ke: "???"

Jerry's words left the Enke sisters, who were least familiar with the situation at their maternal grandfather's house, with several questions in their minds.

At a critical juncture?

It's something that came out of your mouth, Jerry.

It seems the sun really has risen in the west!

Grandpa was secretly surprised that Jerry could be serious. Without asking too many details, he quickly asked what stage the matter had reached.

"Crucial moment! Crucial moment! Don't speak! Anyone who talks to me now will get angry!" Jerry scolded his grandfather in dissatisfaction.

Hear this.

The people in the garage didn't even breathe loudly, afraid that if they breathed even a little too heavily, they would disturb Jerry's important business.

After a while.

Grandpa, feeling that this seriousness was taking a little too long, asked again to confirm, "Jerry, are you sure this crucial moment needs to take this long?"

"Or rather, is your understanding of a critical moment...?"

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!" Jerry, interrupted again at a crucial moment, slammed his fist on the floor and roared angrily, "Shut up! Everyone shut up now! Anyone who interrupts me again, I'll lose my temper!!!"

When Grandpa heard this, his face immediately darkened.

If it weren't for the fact that Jerry was the weakest kid, and if Old K were even slightly stronger, he would have preferred to send Sang Mei in rather than choose Jerry, that loser.

This jerk is interrupting me again and again.

Sure! Just wait!

Once this is over, you'll see how I handle you!

Then everyone present fell silent.

Listen quietly to Jerry's voice.

Five minutes later.

"Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!! Ugh! Ah!!!!!!!!! Beth!!!!"

Hearing a familiar line from the couple in public, Beth blushed instantly, then realized that this guy seemed to be in Morty's dream.

"Jerry, what the hell are you doing?!"

Don't give me excuses!

"I know what that sound means!"

"You get out here right now!!!"

Beth rushed forward, snatched the microphone from her grandfather's hand, and began to yell at Jerry in an out-of-control, shrill voice.

Jerry, who had just finished, hadn't even had a chance to savor the pleasure for a little longer when Beth's roar jolted him up from the ground.

Looking at Beth beside him, he suddenly trembled with fear. His mind was now filled with only one thought: how could he avoid going out...

[It's over! It's over! If I go out now, I'll definitely die!]

No! I have to think of something!

Terrified, Jerry stood up without even putting on his clothes, ready to run out of the master bedroom.

As for where to run in this dream?

he does not know.

All he knew was that he had to find a way to get away from it.

As Jerry passed by Grandpa Dream, he saw that in the small metal box on Grandpa Dream's right hand, there was still one of the little props that was stuck in his ear.

He glanced at the four people sleeping on the ground.

Picking up this thing, I stuck it directly into my ear and entered the second layer of the dream world.

Jerry was shocked to find that the world before him had transformed from his own master bedroom into an endless mix of styles.

But what shocked him even more was...

The four evil gods that occupy half the sky.

"Jesus! Morty really should play fewer games. In his dreams, the four Warhammer gods hold the highest position..."

Having his attention drawn to the four great evil gods, Jerry quickly forgot about what had happened a minute earlier, much like a goldfish with only a seven-second memory.

Because this version wasn't modified by the Yellow King, it's the most authentic Morty dream, containing countless Jerrys...

Jerry, who was sweeping the streets, was run over and killed by a group of street racers.

Jerry barks like a dog for fun.

There's also Jerry, who was hanged from a streetlamp, getting a final moment of glory before his death, enjoying the same way capitalists die.

These people who insulted, beat, and killed Jerry terrified him, turning him pale.

Anyone who sees their child's mind filled with images of how their elderly father is being treated would find it difficult to remain calm.

Jerry was no exception.

He couldn't accept everything in the world before him.

There's a problem with Chapter 123.

Why isn't Jerry saying anything?

"I don't know, maybe he's hiding?"

"Jesus! I knew sending him was a mistake!"

Entering the second dream, Jerry naturally couldn't answer or hear what his grandfather and the others were saying, but as the saying goes...

Even if you can conjure up a story of 100,000 words in your mind in a second.

But time around you doesn't stop at this moment; it will definitely move forward one second.

Jerry thought that all he had to do was avoid the scolding, wait until things were over, Morty returned safely, and everyone's anger subsided, and he could save himself.

Grandpa just wants to say: Stupid!

Having unlocked a key to his intelligence, Grandpa, thinking at least three times faster than before, re-analyzed the entire incident in his mind.

It started when Morty woke up repeatedly.

Grandpa was certain that Morty would realize something was wrong and would try various possibilities to determine whether he was dreaming or in some kind of simulation.

Jerry's arrival will inevitably let Morty know that he's in a dream.

But the variable lies in Rick in that dream.

Grandpa knew how Morty viewed him.

Unfathomable, incredibly powerful, resourceful, and so on... a whole host of words used to describe how awesome someone is, constantly piling them on himself.

This kind of exclusive impression helps improve one's image in Morty's eyes on ordinary days, but it also makes it difficult for one to show off.

But now it has turned into a disaster...

Because in Morty's subconscious, once he believes that he cannot defeat Dream Rick, then no matter what he does, he will inevitably be overwhelmed by Dream Rick!

Only by believing in your own ability to win can the conscious mind defeat the subconscious mind!

But...that's impossible!

The subconscious is the edge of the conscious mind; it is an inseparable whole with the former.

This means that unless a person engages in divine thinking...

Otherwise, his subjective consciousness would always be influenced by subconscious manipulation.

It's like this: everyone's breathing is like an automatic car, but if someone sees the sentence "You can control your breathing," then everyone who sees that sentence will subconsciously try to control their breathing.

At this point, breathing becomes manual, requiring the person to manually control the breathing rhythm.

But who can keep breathing like a manual transmission (divine thought) all the time?

My grandfather lived for decades and only ever saw C137 maintain divine thinking during his most desperate period.

Ultimately, C137 produced a finite center curve.

Now Morty is confronting his own subconscious Rick.

Unless he can control his own thoughts and maintain a very calm state, devoid of any personal emotions.

Otherwise, he will definitely lose!

Thinking of this, Grandpa slowly turned around to look at Old Ke.