Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Secondly, at a speed of 340 meters per second, even if you were to die hundreds of times, it would still take hundreds of times for the message to spread from one point in the universe to the entire universe.

After all, in a larger universe, a civilization might be able to see celestial phenomena hundreds of millions of light-years away.

In the universe, where light takes hundreds of millions of years to travel, relying on sound to travel is a complete joke.

So Grandpa had no choice but to focus his attention on dark matter networks.

This mysterious world, currently used only for the multiverse internet, still holds many undiscovered secrets. Last time, the Yellow King successfully used this dark matter world to bring his true form from the Cthulhu universe to the A001 universe where Hermuel resides.

What's even more fascinating is that in that dark matter world, there seems to be no concept of time.

On the multiverse internet, any information transmitted via the dark matter network is sent almost instantly, with virtually no delay issues.

On the contrary, some civilizations in other universes often experience data packet loss due to various events in space.

Therefore, in order to complete the transmission, the Brave New World Project must consider the dark matter world.

Given that the transmission technology is already mature, the challenge lies in how to enable the signal from the defective state remover to be transmitted through the dark matter network.

Grandpa decided to first examine how this machine works separately and match it with the dark matter network to see if the 'code' could be used correctly.

This requires programming.

What gave Grandpa a headache was that Stein arrived at this time, bringing even worse news.

C167 is out!

He not only returned, but also went back to the little house he lived in with Diane in his youth, and is trying to restore everything there.

Upon hearing this bad news, Grandpa steeled himself, took out the teleportation gun, and went to bring Old Ke over.

He knew he had succeeded in killing C167 through a sneak attack.

Trying to ambush C167 now would not only be a waste of time, but also risk being counter-attacked.

Why not take the initiative and bring the entire multiverse into a brave new world, and then figure out how to deal with it when that time comes?

Old K, who was watching TV at home, was inexplicably transported to the Mirror City. Before he could figure out what was going on, his grandfather forced him to enter the dark matter world.

"Hey! Wait! What... what's going on here? I completely understand what's going on, and you're forcing me to go over there?"

"That place is very dangerous! One wrong move and someone could die!"

"No, no, you have to tell me... Huh? Why are you taking out your weapon? Why did you take out your weapon?"

"Can't we have a calm discussion... Fine... I'm leaving..."

Old Ke, with a gun pointed at his head by his grandfather, saw his grandfather's determination and, for the sake of his life, decisively chose to obey.

He thought to himself that once this matter was over, he would definitely urge that bastard who took the money to pay up.

When will my own universe finally be ready?!

He never wanted to spend a quiet weekend comfortably at home, with an endless bowl of potato chips and a glass of cola, watching the new Marvel series "Moon Knight" on TV, only to be suddenly dragged to a place and forced to do something he had no idea what was going on.

[Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!]

Standing in front of a computer connected to the dark matter network, Old K, after reverting to his soul form, began to penetrate the computer.

Following the 'network cable', he entered the world of dark matter.

Looking at this world filled with mystery and danger, Old K was terrified and really didn't want to wander around inside.

After all, everyone knows that wandering around in an unfamiliar place can lead to trouble!

Having learned of C167's return, Grandpa has become incredibly irritable. He has completely lost his usual composure, and is roaring into the microphone, ordering Old K to collect data in this world according to his instructions.

After half an hour.

Old K, proceeding cautiously and testing the waters three times before taking each step, returned to the Mirror City from the Dark Matter Network.

After tossing the headphones and data analyzer to his grandfather, he started yelling that he wanted to go home.

"Don't rush. If I need you later and have to drag you off the sofa again, you wouldn't like it happening twice."

"What I dislike is being dragged off the sofa? It's like going to the dark matter world..."

Ignoring Old Ke's complaints, Grandpa analyzed the collected data, and his idea basically had a foothold.

That means the plan is feasible!

To be more specific, the tiny amount of energy released when this detrimental state remover comes into contact with the human brain can be transmitted, after modification, through the 'network cable' of the dark matter network to all worlds connected to the dark matter network.

Every computer, every mobile phone, every device is a point of output for him!

The amount of programming involved is enormous...

It will take me three hours.

I wonder if C167 will give me those three hours.

Chapter 202 First Encounter with C167

"Um...where...where am I?"

When Morty awoke from his coma, he opened his eyes and saw Rick staring at him with a kind face. The heated blanket covering him made him feel warm.

But the greatest warmth came from Rick's eyes.

He hadn't seen that kind of loving look in the eyes of an elder in a family for a long time. He even doubted whether he had ever seen such a look in his life.

Why do you feel a sense of support from your family, no matter what, when you meet their gaze, that gives you the courage to face the world head-on?

"you're awake?"

"Yes...you are..." Morty, knowing that the person in front of him was definitely not his grandfather, asked with great confusion.

“I am your real grandfather. Now that you know about Rick’s identification number, then I am C167 Rick, your real grandfather.”

Upon hearing that the person in front of him was C167, Morty was stunned for a moment.

He had previously speculated that since the soul could exist after death in this universe, then C167, who died in the Eye of the Universe, must have had his soul enter the non-material world.

Now that he has reappeared in front of me, it proves that my guess was indeed correct!

But the problem also followed.

Why is he here?

"This isn't hard to explain. Do you remember what happened before and after that angel kicked you?"

As C167 used his deep, magnetic voice to guide Morty back to the memories before he fell into a coma, the latter immediately fell into deep self-blame.

"I...I actually made those who died once die again?"

"I...I...I really..."

Seeing Morty start to cry, C167 sighed, then pulled him into her arms, hugged him tightly, and offered him her shoulder.

He gently patted her back with his left hand and comforted her softly, "There's no need to blame yourself too much for this. The fault isn't yours. That angel who's arrogant to the core, he's the real culprit."

He did not possess the compassionate heart towards anyone or anything as depicted in any book.

"You just happened to be in an unstable state, and he suddenly forced you into this situation."

“My little Morty, you are so kind. Your grandfather is so proud that you haven’t become one of those annoying guys. I still remember when I first met you, you were so small, and now you’ve grown into such a kind young man.”

With C167's gentle words of comfort, Morty gradually calmed down. He stopped crying, nodded vigorously, and said he would find a way to forget about it.

"It's alright, it's good that you remember this. Always remember to avoid interacting with others when you're feeling unstable; it's a smart move."

After saying this, C167 told Morty to go upstairs to meet Beth and Sunmy first, as he had some things to do in the underground base.

As soon as the obedient Morty returned to the ground, he saw Sammy and Beth pacing back and forth restlessly. As soon as they saw him, they pounced on him.

"Motty! Morty! Waaaaah! You're alive! Thank goodness! I was so worried when I saw you frozen in the ice!"

"Morty! My dear son! I'm so glad you're alright! I almost thought you were dead!!!"

Having finally managed to deal with her sister's sudden emotional outburst and her mother's unwavering favoritism, Morty staggered, feeling somewhat disoriented.

This immediately made the mother and daughter, who had just let go of each other's hands, tense up.

"Morty? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll have this grandfather come and check on you right away. He's much more capable than that scheming old man!"

"Scheming against people...C167...C137...I always feel like I'm missing something..."

Morty figured C167 must be busy with something important right now, so he didn't want to bother him and walked from the garage to the living room.

This is the small house in Texas that C167 shared with Diane during their younger days, although it has been ravaged by nearby residents and passersby over the past decade or so.

But that doesn't affect the living room at all; there's a sofa that, although it hasn't been cleaned for years, is still usable.

Morty sat on the three-seater sofa, his hands supporting his chin, lost in thought.

His intelligence, even in this world, might not be considered outstanding, and it's even more difficult to compare him with Rick and his ilk.

But everyone looks for clues; the difference lies only in how much they can analyze.

Morty followed his memory back to the bathhouse, where he suddenly trembled and looked terrified.

Because he discovered that he wasn't the good kid he thought he was.

He killed people, took drugs, drank alcohol, even played basketball with the goddess Spirit, and once sold Beth to save his own life.

What a complete little rascal.

The person I am now is not myself at all...

The reason I haven't recalled these things is mostly because of the avoidance mechanism in my brain, just like everyone else.

They tend to avoid things that cause them pain and try to forget them.

Most of these experiences were not painful; on the contrary, some of them were quite enjoyable.

He himself has been avoiding it, mostly because of the sudden rise of morality and conscience, which compels him to forget these immoral things.

[So the reason I'm not bad at all now is because my 'badness' has been treated as a negative state and eliminated?]

[F...No, I can't swear in my mind, it makes me seem vulgar...Jesus! Why am I having such thoughts...Oh my god...What kind of person have I become...]

Realizing the negative impact of high morality, Morty now only wants to redeem his bad side. He would rather be a person with flexible moral boundaries than do anything that is highly moral.

Living like a saint must be exhausting...

But here's the problem: where is Grandpa now?