Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"What's the real idiot Rick like? You have no idea, so stop guessing. You're all wrong about that."

Sensing the unspoken meaning, Jianqi decisively ran up the pole.

Let the tough guy Rick tell us what a real idiot Rick is.

"You know that intelligence and combat ability are not actually directly related, right?"

"I know, some people are incredibly strong but have very low intelligence, while others are incredibly weak but have exceptionally high intelligence."

"But there are many kinds of intelligence. A person's talent is like a spinning wheel. Before you start spinning, you have no idea what you are good at, or you may have a mysterious confidence in something you are not good at."

"So what does all this have to do with that idiot Rick?"

"Because a real fool doesn't understand anything. When have you ever seen a fool make a soft cake using a few chemicals?"

"Ok?"

Over the next three minutes, Tzeentch's mouth grew wider and wider until it was completely unable to close. Only then did Rick, the muscular man, stop talking, and she finally came to her senses, looking completely bewildered.

These silly Ricks, the lower-class Ricks in the Rick community, may indeed be incompetent in many ways, but once they get serious about a certain technology...

Thus, an almost mystical, cutting-edge technology was born.

For example, all of Rick's signature trash can jetpack spaceships actually originated from a bet C-137 made with some idiot Rick in Rick City...

Both of them used trash cans to make jetpacks.

C137 lost!

"This is impossible! Why did C137 lose?! Wasn't he invincible?!"

Rick, the tough guy, glanced at Tzeentch, then continued to work on the meat patties on the grill, but he didn't forget to explain why C137 lost.

"It's simple. Rick may be stupid, but even a smart person's logical thinking isn't always reliable."

"It's like you discover someone wants to kill you, but you don't know who it is. The smart thing to do, and for most people with a modicum of intelligence, is to spend time guessing all the possible and impossible people who could kill you, and then find that person."

"But a fool's logic is very simple: if someone wants to kill him, he can either run away or kill everyone who might try to kill him, and then there won't be a problem, right?"

Upon hearing this answer, Jekyll pondered for a few seconds and immediately understood what Rick meant.

In reality, this is somewhat similar to how a top-tier superstar is treated as a street performer.

The two may indeed have many differences, but their rules of conduct and ways of thinking are completely different.

C137's bet with some idiot Rick.

It's like using a trash can to create the best spaceship thrusters.

The reason C137 lost that bet was probably because he considered things more comprehensively, so when showing off his skills, he used many daring and skillful techniques.

On the other hand, that idiot Rick wasn't smart to begin with, and he didn't know any fancy tricks.

He might only know one or two skills.

But he managed to create a jet that even the C137 had to admit defeat.

"So that mystical-level jetpack..."

"Yes, and then it was taken directly by the Ruicheng Science and Technology Committee and became their product."

Upon hearing this answer, Tzeentch's disgust for Ruicheng intensified.

She already had a very bad impression of Ruicheng because of that reality show incident, and now she heard that even the stupid Rick's own technology had been taken away by the Ruicheng Science and Technology Committee.

How infuriating!

How can you treat a fool like this!

"Those five high and mighty guys aren't the sole controllers of Ruicheng. The regional managers below them, and the company itself, are the actual controllers of Ruicheng. Don't get confused."

"All right..."

After finishing talking about Rick the fool, the two fell silent again.

Watching the meat patties fry until they were golden brown and the bread until it was slightly charred, Rick, the tough guy, used a small, flat spatula to pick up the bread and place it on the workbench. He then picked up pepper and other seasonings and sprinkled some on the meat patties.

After flipping it over, continue baking.

"By the way, aren't you going to eat?"

"I don't eat. I don't have much of a need for food. Eating just a little bit each day is enough to keep me alive in this world."

"You sound like you're living a very painful life, what keeps you going instead of choosing to end it all?"

"Because... I'm afraid to die. I'm worried that after I die, when I see her... I won't know how to talk to her..."

"Diane?"

"Um"

Rick, the muscular man, responded and raised his hand to interrupt Tzeentch's attempt to ask further questions, signaling the other party not to push his luck.

He took a bottle of strong liquor out of his shirt pocket.

Twist open the bottle cap and drink it all in one gulp.

Rick, the tough guy who had achieved a certain physiological and psychological satisfaction, let out a satisfied burp, as if only by drinking this wine could he relax all the tension he had been feeling.

"After drinking so much alcohol and enduring so many difficult days and nights, what is the point of continuing to eke out a living in this world?"

"So that... we can start over!"

Chapter 260 The Difference Between Time Reversal and Time Travel

"Start over? How do you mean start over? Are you trying to reverse time?"

"Why not? You don't think the Shadow Group was founded just to commit murder, plunder, and all sorts of evil deeds in various worlds, do you?"

"Isn't that how it is...?"

"No, that's not it. Think about why this organization is so mysterious that almost no one has ever heard of it. Don't you know that anything done will leave a trace?"

"Please...please be clear?"

Rick, a tough guy who seems to be able to talk about anything as long as it doesn't involve his past, gave a brief description of what the Shadow Corporation is all about.

Then it began to focus on what the shadow group had done over the years.

"In fact, before recruiting someone, a specialist will come to their door to explain everything, ensuring that the person has a certain understanding of what they are about to face before the group will recruit them."

"Um... what about Grandpa's matter? You guys destroyed his universe..."

"Grandpa? Rick? Destroyed the entire universe?"

Rick, the tough guy, thought carefully for a moment and finally remembered who his grandfather was. He rubbed his temples in distress and said that in fact, his grandfather and the Shadow Group each bore half the responsibility for that incident.

Back then, the Shadow Group sent Rick, one of its members, to visit Grandpa in a very friendly manner to discuss joining the group.

As it turned out, Grandpa wasn't interested at all.

She also took the opportunity to humiliate Rick, saying that she had a happy and fulfilling family life and that those Ricks who like to cause trouble in various places but don't have wives and daughters should leave her alone.

Of course, this wasn't the first time Rick had encountered something like this.

Knowing all the parallel universe versions of Rick, and what kind of Rick they are, means that it's okay if you're not interested. As long as you don't spread this around, there won't be any problems between us.

But my grandfather back then... was both clever and arrogant. Although he is still an old arrogance now, this trait was much more pronounced back then.

If you won't give in, I'll just keep saying it!

And I'm going to say it in front of everyone!

It was at that moment that Grandpa used the teleportation gun to meet several Ricks and tell them about the Shadow Corporation.

So here's the problem...

You insist on making a fuss about things that others don't want you to blab about, and that's not right of you.

Ultimately, negotiations between the two sides escalated into an unpleasant conflict.

My grandfather was the kind of ruthless man who, even if he was stabbed dozens of times, would take a red-hot iron block and paste the wounds together.

After a confrontation.

They completely crushed the opposing team!

But if you hit someone, you should be prepared for retaliation.

Grandpa once left home to go to another multiverse to do some other things, and well... that's how the rest happened...

"How many of you did he kill that he wants to destroy the entire universe as revenge?"

"We didn't explode! How could we possibly have that capability? Our research over the years has focused on reversing all timelines, not on developing any weapons of mass destruction!"

"Huh? You didn't do it?"

"Yeah! He's completely mistaken us for someone else, and he insists we're lying. What can we do? ...Do you think such a low-profile organization as Shadow Group would casually pull off something that blows up the entire universe?"

After Rick, the tough guy, said that, Tzeentch, whose IQ had returned to normal, lowered her head and began to think about the problem.

First, the significance of the Shadow Group's existence, if it's truly as Rick the Maverick says, is that of an organization so low-profile it doesn't want to attract anyone's attention.

Why would they want to create a catastrophe that could destroy the entire universe?

Doesn't this contradict their public persona?

Assassination, theft, covert operations, proxy wars, and black and white gloves are the kinds of things that fit the image of a low-profile organization.

To create a cosmic-scale Big Bang?

If this is their opening ceremony marking their transition from the shadows to the light, then it makes sense.

I'm not hiding anymore, I'm going to lay my cards on the table, I'm going to raise the battle flag and conquer the multiverse, so why not put on such a huge fireworks display?

No problem!

But after you finished this, you went back to keeping a low profile. What are you guys up to?

Showing off muscles?

Distract yourself?

Destroying a universe just to get revenge on Grandpa for killing your people?

This is completely illogical and logically incorrect, yet sometimes, things that happen in this world are quite absurd.