Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

If it cannot absorb external substances but still needs to produce this hamburger, it will have to find the raw materials from within itself...

Therefore, this fishman's 'bad status removal machine' is an alternative version of a reality device, but it also obeys the law of conservation of matter.

[Is this like materializing my personality, then slicing it apart at lightning speed, and then nullifying it again...?]

This is interesting...

It's a pity he's too greedy; otherwise, with his intelligence and current age, he would surely achieve even greater things in the future.

Grandpa felt no remorse for killing a genius who would surely amaze countless worlds in the future.

First of all, if the other party is blocking the way to a brave new world, then he should be killed.

Secondly... in this universe, every day civilizations are destroyed, and every day civilizations are born and grow, with countless geniuses being born and dying.

Their masterpieces and their great names may be passed down through civilization, or they may be swept into the dustbin of history when a new generation of geniuses emerges and overturns all their achievements.

Who cares about these things?

no one.

Nobody cares about these things that concern the future.

The world will eventually end, the sun will eventually go out, your pet will die, and your dear parents will pass away one day.

But as long as that day doesn't come, everything will still be beautiful.

He was a genius, but until he achieved something truly convincing, he was merely a genius, not a historical figure worthy of being remembered in history.

So if a so-called genius dies because of greed, then he deserves to die. A true genius, when he sees something amazing, will only think about how to surpass it. Even if it means death, he will still realize his dream.

When you see something awesome, you think about how to greedily possess it for yourself?

This is why I like Tesla but not Edison...

Alright, I should head to the Mirror City now...

Let this world welcome a beautiful new world today!

Chapter 197 That Man is Back

"I want to apologize, why won't you say anything?"

"Why is it that even though I didn't do anything heinous, I only said a few bad things about you in my mind, but I honestly told you my thoughts and hoped to get your forgiveness, why won't you give me a chance to communicate?"

"Sigh, what's the point of rolling around on the ground? I just want to apologize and get your forgiveness. Why are you throwing a tantrum?"

Inside the Intangible Cultural Heritage Immigration Management Center, Morty watched the angel writhing on the floor in pain. He was frustrated and couldn't understand why such a person existed in the world.

Although the cause of this matter was my own, I have already told it very honestly, so why is the angel in front of me unwilling to accept my apology and forgive me?

Why are these angels, who only exist in myths, so petty and capricious? Why can't I see even a trace of the saintly qualities they should possess?

Could it be that... all of this was just me lying to myself?

Morty began to panic at the thought that all of this might just be a lie to deceive himself. He couldn't accept that all the education he had received over the years was just a lie.

For someone who doubts their own values, they desperately need someone to tell them that none of this is fake.

So Morty walked up to a demon and asked him if it was all a lie.

However, the little demon, whose strength was far inferior to that of the twelve-winged angel, had already had everything in his brain destroyed by the manic voice that Morty was releasing invisibly.

In layman's terms, it's already in a vegetative state. It may still need to eat, but everything that should have been in its brain has disappeared.

Morty was disappointed when he didn't get an answer.

He continued searching for the next person.

In hopes of getting an answer.

Of the tens of thousands of souls present, apart from a few powerful individuals who were able to hold on until now, the rest had all lost their minds in the 'call from Morty'.

Therefore, he was destined to be disappointed.

This disappointment, like a bomb lying on the ground, accumulates and accumulates until it ignites, blasting everyone to smithereens.

"Can any of you tell me why everything I know seems to revolve around a lie? Why aren't angels kind and gentle? If they can't tolerate any imperfection, why can they exercise the powers that belong to God under the name of God?"

"Can any of you tell me why none of you are saying anything?"

Why are you all lying on the ground?

"Why... has this world never welcomed me? Besides giving me pain, all my happiness has to be created by myself?"

Amidst the frantic noise that filled the entire immigration center, the only person who could stand up was the one who had been asking around for directions from the very beginning.

When his disappointment had accumulated enough, he began to wander aimlessly.

Among these, the manic sounds were three hundred times louder than before, scaring the angels and demons standing at the entrance to Heaven and Hell back to their homeland and trying to close the door.

But what good is that?

The all-pervasive sound penetrated the gates of hell and heaven, beginning to cause even more terrible harm to the people and things inside.

Those who ran slower covered their ears and rolled on the ground, their eyes wide with pain. The magical sound was so powerful that even if you poked your ears out, you couldn't stop yourself from hearing it.

Inanimate objects slowly crumble to dust amidst this frenzied noise.

At first, it was just a fine line that was barely visible to the naked eye. As the line grew larger, it became a crack. When it became a fissure, all objects began to disintegrate in various forms and continued to disintegrate repeatedly.

A twelve-winged angel stone sculpture was broken down from its original form into several pieces of stone, then into thousands of fragments, until it turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.

Everyone was trying to escape in a more distant direction.

But heaven and hell have boundaries.

To expand, there must be enough souls residing here, becoming the providers of the space, in order to grow.

Every person who runs away knows where the boundary is, yet they are so helpless that they can only beg the all-powerful Lord for help as they run toward their own grave.

But the Lord cannot hear; those who hear the cries for help are trapped on the ground.

"Looks like things are getting chaotic outside," C167 said casually.

Stein, with his back to him and struggling with whether or not to release C167, felt a sudden tightness in his chest upon hearing this, and two waves of fear welled up in his heart.

The first sound came from Morty's manic voice.

Hell and Heaven clearly have gods, but for some reason, Morty, who is at most a half-Great Old One, can easily drive anyone who hears manic voices insane.

The life-or-death threat of having a blade at his throat, ready to stab him at any moment, sent chills down his spine.

The second stream came from behind him...

C167!

The real Rick of the C167 Universe.

Even if he had killed him a million times over, he would still have to admit that the other man was extremely talented.

A Rick who can be considered the opposite of most Ricks.

An anomaly, like C137.

He doesn't drink, doesn't engage in nihilism, finishes what he starts, never hesitates to kill or bury, and is not decadent at all; one could even say he loves his family.

In terms of personal talent, that Eye of the Universe is his most stunning work.

Anyone who gains access to that building can manipulate everything in the universe where the Eye of the Universe is located.

Do you want a planet full of gold?

Just create one from the holographic projection!

You want to destroy a massive space fleet consisting of a billion people?

In the holographic projection, just like swatting flies, we'll kill them all!

Do you want to play performance art, putting ten black holes together and seeing what happens?

Just create ten of them in the holographic projection and you're done.

If the universe is a world made up of 'code', then the Eye of the Universe is a cheat code.

Without even a 'ding', one can do whatever one wants to all people and things in the entire universe!

If such a person were released, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause once he broke free of his restraints.

Stein didn't turn around for a long time, and C167 wasn't in a hurry either. Having been trapped here for many years, he asked in a slow tone, "If the disaster we are facing now may kill you and me together, then you should at least tell me what kind of disaster it is, so that I can die a second time in peace."

At this point, Stein turned around and said in a frightened tone, "Actually... it's your grandson C167 Morty, he's now..."

"What are you saying?!"

Chapter 198 Problem Solving

"Ouch! That fucking hurts! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

When he was released from the cage that had imprisoned him for more than a decade, and the iron nails that were almost 'connected' to C167 were pulled out, he was in so much pain that his face contorted in agony.

Of course, the pain did not defeat him.

He had experienced even greater pain before, such as when some bastard attacked him!

After Stein pulled out the last nail, C167 watched as the demon retreated three meters away at the speed of light, and spat, "What a coward! Why don't you go back to your warm crib and go bang your baby bottle against the wall?"

After being insulted by C167, Stein didn't dare to retaliate. He just lowered his head silently, hoping that the other party would stop bullying him because of his cowardice.

"Ha! That P850 bastard ambushed me the very moment my experiment succeeded, just as I was about to go home and reunite with my family. Once I've resolved Morty's problem, I'm going to find that bastard! I swear, I'll make him understand the pain of being separated from his family!!!"

Upon hearing C167's vow that was destined to be unfulfilled, Stein wisely refrained from learning about his grandfather's past; otherwise, he wouldn't have made it out of here alive.

Trying to remain silent and minimize one's presence in a room with only two people is actually not very effective.

"Let's go, come with me and see what's going on."

Like a scolded wife, Stein followed C167 out the door, heading straight for the first level of hell.

Here, C167 stands atop a small red hill, gazing into the distance, beyond the river and withered forest, and sees a large number of refugees arriving from the south.

The chaotic scene in hell gave C167 a feeling of impending doom.

"Tell me, what exactly happened, and why is he here?"