Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty got into the passenger seat.

Grandpa used the teleportation gun to open a portal in front, and the car started driving towards the universe where Jerry's daycare center was located.

The three left.

My mother went back to the master bedroom.

Sangmei, who was ignored by everyone the whole time, sat down on the ground with her hands in her hair, her expression both ferocious and smiling.

As the only person who got close to Grandpa Dream at that time.

In addition, it is very far away.

Therefore, many people have not noticed a small detail.

That is, Rick from Dreamland enters Sammy's dream...

How can the subconscious mind have dreams?

And this dream even somehow dragged Freddy Krueger, the protagonist of A Nightmare on Elm Street, out of nowhere.

Especially considering that this guy can choose to leave on his own and has his own consciousness, it shows that he is not some subconscious that depends on the main consciousness to survive.

Sangmei had no idea or guess about the truth behind all of this.

But all she knew was that some strange memories had been added to her head.

For example, if she is in her own bedroom and hears a noise outside, she will open her bedroom door and look out to find Morty hitting and yelling coming from the master bedroom.

For example, she saw how Jerry conspired with the Four Evil Gods to knock Morty unconscious.

Finally, there's Dream Rick, who enters her dream...

All of this...

It seems that everything that Sammi saw and heard in Morty's dream could enter her mind.

Something's not right... This oppressive feeling of an impending storm... it's so oppressive... it's like the calm before the storm...

You're right, we've all been tricked.

[Holy crap?! Who are you? Wait! That voice? You're Rick? What are you doing in my head???]

"Since you know I'm Rick, I've definitely prepared a backup plan, right? Alright! Enough with the chit-chat, help me create a physical body and transfer my consciousness to it, then I can do you a favor in the future, how about it?"

No, no, no! Absolutely not! I can't have any contact with you! You're just a lump of consciousness right now, so I'll just wait here for Grandpa to come back and take care of you!

[You idiot! That's not your Rick! That Jerry and Sami aren't your Jerry and Sami either! Only you and your brother are the originals! You idiot! Use your brain and remember! Your dad had a job and a stable life until six months ago, so why did he suddenly become a loser at some point?!]

Rick's angry voice in the dream was like a key to open a door, or a hand that pierced through the paper.

As soon as Sangmei began recalling what happened to Jerry six months ago, she immediately noticed something was amiss.

Yes!

Six months ago, Jerry, even though he was a coward, had a job and was a very responsible man. If Beth were to work alone, it would be difficult to succeed.

How high would Beth's monthly income be to take out a loan to buy a house, a car, feed four people, and cover a range of expenses like utilities, health insurance, and internet?

So that means...

[That's right! You didn't even realize that when you pulled that special device, you officially triggered a crisis! If you don't release me soon, this world will be 'brain-ized'!]

Chapter 130 Dark Matter Network

"How's the situation over there?"

"It's alright, but I've run into a tough guy."

"Hmm? Not good? What do you mean? From what you're saying, it seems you're not referring to Rick, but to someone else?"

R'lyeh, the underwater city in the Cthulhu universe.

Old K's original lair has been occupied by a group of Great Old Ones.

Because this is one of the few relatively quiet places.

Beyond this sea, the Galactic Empire's space fleet and ground forces are engaged in battle with all Cretan creatures.

Whether you are an Outer God, an Old God, or a Lord of the Old Ones, without exception you are all enemies of the Fly People.

Without him.

After assessing the dangers of this world.

The Galactic Empire directly issued an order to destroy all the gods.

All of this is naturally because the Galactic Empire has several ironclad rules that must be strictly enforced once any clues are discovered.

One of the rules is that once it is discovered that the power of a deity in a certain universe exceeds about 50% of that in this world, then every effort must be made to reduce that percentage to below 50%.

Therefore, the Great Old Ones gathered together.

It's certainly not a leisurely afternoon, where two or three friends gather together, drinking beer, enjoying the gentle breeze, burying their feet in the sand, and chatting contentedly.

It's not about survival!

Everyone present knew that it was only a matter of time before their underlings were wiped out by that swarm of fly-men.

After the underlings are dealt with, it will naturally be their turn.

Those annoying little things control all sorts of weapons.

Each time a batch is eliminated, a new batch arrives, equipped with even more powerful weapons, causing even more damage.

They are facing a constant bleeding tactic.

The Great Old Ones were also helpless.

Their helplessness naturally compelled them to either flee or fight to the death against these fly-men.

The second option is to strangle them after they successfully obtain the memories of a certain fly-man.

Because of this insatiable horde of fly-people, they actually control hundreds of thousands of universes, nearly a million more territories in long-term conflict, and countless new universes awaiting development.

From the perspective of a 'mortal empire'.

As long as expansion continues, this Galactic Empire will maintain its aggressiveness and extremely strong desire for expansion.

This is naturally because, after a few years of hard work, the leader has successfully taken over three territories. Shouldn't his brothers who have risked their lives for him share some of the spoils?

If you don't want to share the profits and don't help your good brothers get some benefits, then who would want to hang out with you?

In order to ensure that he and his followers would have a good life.

A leader must do everything in his power to earn ten times the profit of his greatest dream in order to ensure that his "own people" will not abandon him.

Secondly, the standard lifespan of fifty years means that unless the Fly People achieve a higher level of genetic technology breakthrough, their internal renewal rate will be extremely fast.

They can only live for fifty years, and if they're lucky, they might live a few more years.

At this speed, unless it's a family, an individual almost always has the idea of ​​taking a gamble and turning their life into a fortune.

In the Cthulhu universe, lifespans often start at hundreds of millions of years.

It's like stacking buffs to attract flies!

Lifespan of hundreds of millions of years + 100% divine power = You're doomed!

Otherwise, according to the Galactic Empire's standard combat practices, they would never have sent nearly a hundred million warships into this area in the very first wave of formal attacks.

War costs money!

But if we win, there's a chance that everyone in the entire empire will have their lifespan doubled or tripled.

Let's fucking kill him!

This is why the King in Yellow and his crew took such a great risk to find Morty.

When Old K left, refusing to accept any followers and simply wanting to continue living a quiet life, Morty, by a twist of fate, founded the Golden Crispy Noodles Cult...

It is the only hope for the Great Old Ones!

But now that hope has become somewhat dangerous.

Because the King in Yellow said...

He encountered a dangerous guy!

"A dangerous guy. Just how dangerous is he? Will he hinder our plans? Who's stronger, him or Rick?"

"Yeah! If he's not as dangerous as Rick, we don't need to worry about him! Anyway, no one in this world can really kill us!"

"No one can really kill us? Then why don't you go and fight those disgusting little flies instead of hiding here?"

"Damn it! If you don't say anything, nobody will think you're dead!"

Seeing the noisy crowd in the hall again, the King in Yellow's dissatisfaction with Old K was rising steadily.

You know, we're brothers, after all! Blood brothers!

You ran away, and you didn't even take your own brothers with you, fine.

Why would they block their brother's escape route?

If you had given me a hand, why would I have gathered with this bunch of bastards who aren't even on the same page to discuss how to please a mere mortal?

Do you know I don't even dare to talk to these people now...?

That dangerous guy! Is it just a subconscious thought of Morty's?

Damn it! These guys are useless! I have to find a way out myself!

The idea of ​​going solo flashed through the King in Yellow's mind, and as if triggering some mechanism, a voice rang in his head.

[Don't be surprised. Since you were inside Morty's mind at the time, our subconscious naturally had some interaction with you, which is why I left you a message.]

Listen, according to Morty's own memories, he seems to have a main consciousness with two souls. So, if he wants to renege on the agreement he signed with you someday, he can simply break the contract by severing the connection between one of his souls.

Of course, I know you're not that easy to fool.

My suggestion is as follows:

I learned of the existence of the dark matter network through his memories.

This world, located on one side of the bottom layer of the world grid, is probably the most dangerous real world. If you want to do something, why don't you... go and check out the dark matter world?