Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Otherwise, how could magical realism exist?

To make this believable, it would have to be a complete timeline reversal...

"Some people can't reverse time, but at least half of you Ricks can make time travel happen. So, reversing the entire timeline... you mean reversing all, that is, the infinite time of the universe?"

"This...this is way too crazy..."

When Tzeentch said the plan was insane, Rick nodded. He had also thought it was incredibly crazy when he first heard about it.

It's important to understand that time travel and going back to the past both involve changing the timeline.

But they are fundamentally different!

One is that you stand in the present, without traveling back in time to change history, and make time, people, and objects start to rotate backward like a counterclockwise clock, until they reach the set time.

The other is yourself, who travels back in time with your consciousness or body and then alters history.

Without considering whether memories and consciousness will disappear.

The former is definitely better.

After all, everyone knows that even if you go back and change something, you can't do it 100%. The more you change in the past, the bigger the butterfly effect will be.

So what the Shadow Group wants to do is create a machine that can turn back time to a certain point in time, upgrade it, and allow everyone to return to the point they want to go back to, so that everything can start over.

"This is insane... You actually want to sever the timeline of the entire multiverse, making their time flow in one direction only!!!"

"Yeah, it's crazy, isn't it? But it's also not easy to accomplish, because someone is protecting the timeline..."

When Rick chatted with Tzeentch about an organization that manages timelines, even the tough guy Rick couldn't help but show a hint of worry on his face.

That wasn't some organization from the three-dimensional world, but a ferocious enemy from the fourth dimension—a disgusting thing with a head shaped like a braised lion's head, no eyes, no feet, only arms.

It is the first line of defense for protecting the timeline.

They are...absolutely ridiculously strong!

Chapter 261 Casual Chat

"Sigh, this place is just too big... Even though the transport plane is going over Mach 3, it still takes this long to fly forward. What's the point of you choosing this location?"

"You turtle-like guys guarding the outpost..."

"The monthly salary is so high, can't they at least have the feel of a villainous organization that works hard and struggles?"

"Five days on, two days off, plus annual leave, why don't you guys just fly to the moon?"

"You're getting all worked up..."

"I'm even thinking of switching jobs and coming here..."

I sat on a transport plane that had activated its automatic navigation system and was navigating to a location 20 kilometers east of the intelligence outpost.

At first, Morty was quite excited, feeling that he was about to face the real Shadow Group, but the flight was so long that it completely wore down his excitement.

Since we're both free anyway, let's play cards!

So the three of them sat down together and started playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

At this moment, while rambling on and on, he drew a three-of-a-kind with a pair from his hand and gave a wink to the mermaid on his right.

The latter understood and chose not to accept.

The three-headed bird, caught between the two attackers, had its six pairs of eyes watching their subtle expressions. It secretly picked up its trump card, preparing to deliver a crushing blow to Morty in order to turn the tide after its seventy-two-game losing streak.

While Tzeentch and Rick were talking about the Shadow Corporation and the feud between Grandpa and them.

Morty, on the other hand, naturally didn't forget to continue gathering intelligence.

Since you, Rick the Macho Man, are unwilling to talk about it...

Then I'll ask someone else.

The others are all regular office workers.

They just want to earn their monthly salary to support their families.

There's no need to fight me to the death.

With the chattering three-headed bird and the mermaid providing more detailed explanations, Morty also learned some things about what happened in the past.

For example, the reasons for the creation of shadow corporations.

The real culprit behind that mysterious explosion was not actually the Shadow Group.

And then there's the reason why Grandpa hasn't been able to find them all these years...

It's actually very simple...

Aside from scientific research, they basically only do business and never wander around outside. How could they possibly leave any traces outside?

If it doesn't appear, the camera won't capture it.

If they don't appear, no one will know they exist.

If it didn't appear, where the hell are you going to look for it?

Take these sea turtle keepers for example... ahem! Marine ecological environment protection members. They are all people with interstellar living experience recruited locally by the Shadow Group.

Completely localized.

They live on this terrifyingly large planet, and outwardly they have a public persona.

For any of them, it had been at least seven or eight years since they last left this planet.

Back in their branch office, they won the Collective Model Worker Award. Everyone went to the headquarters of the Shadow Group, and each person received a small certificate and a generous bonus.

"Sigh, we couldn't do anything about it. Your grandpa was just too fierce. For a while, we were too afraid to go out at all, because in any universe, there's always a chance of running into a Rick."

"If it were any other Rick, that would be fine."

"If we run into him, things will be really bad."

The three-headed bird has three mouths, each saying three sentences at the same time, which makes Morty's head spin.

Left with no other choice, we let this guy speak, and only then did we realize that he wasn't making noise pollution, but rather pouring out his grievances.

Hearing these people complain endlessly about Grandpa's behavior over the years, they seemed like weaklings who had been bullied but dared not fight back.

Morty rubbed his temples in distress.

Because of this incident, if Grandpa didn't find out who the enemy was from the beginning, and then messed around here for so many years, countless innocent people died.

So, about this matter...

What should I do?

Morty believes he has already lowered his bottom line quite a bit, but even if it's lower, it can't be so low that he would still kill someone knowing that his side might have been wrong from the beginning.

Besides, that all-timeline rewind technology they're working on sounds pretty amazing.

If we can make it happen, wouldn't we be able to nip some problems in the bud from the very beginning?

The group played cards for half an hour.

The card game officially ended when the three-headed bird had almost lost everything.

He got up from the cabin floor.

Patting his pants and rubbing his numb buttocks from sitting for so long, Morty saw the giant base nestled in the dense forest outside the transport plane window.

The giant tree, about twenty meters tall, could not conceal the fifty-meter-tall earth-colored metal pyramid-shaped building.

I saw that familiar building shape.

Remembering that his grandfather had given him a small pyramid-shaped Morty, he reached into his pocket. This palm-sized thing was something he always carried with him.

Only when the object is misaligned and pricks my thigh will I remember that there is such a thing in my pocket.

Now, we see this pure metal structure, its surface as smooth as ice, without any special markings or patterns.

Morty, whose memories of the small pyramid were somewhat hazy, took the object out of his pocket, intending to compare the two to see if they were 100% similar.

A collective gasp of astonishment immediately rose from the side.

Even the slime monster, whose body had shrunk by half after being chopped by Khorne's axe and having its wound plugged, was shocked at this moment.

"Your reaction... what did I get that made you so shocked?"

Sensing that something was off with these people, Morty asked them about the object, asking what was so surprising about it, since it was just a small black pyramid.

As for?

I saw someone who didn't understand the value of this thing.

The three-headed bird immediately chose to strike first, its three bird faces smiling obsequiously as it opened its mouth to declare that it had a particular fondness for collecting pyramids.

Now he has his eye on this very special artifact, and if Morty is willing to part with it, he can exchange the best bird eggs of the Three-Headed Bird Clan for the pyramid in Morty's possession.

Morty: "Bird eggs, aren't those your three-headed bird's babies..."

Three-headed bird: "No problem! No problem! No problem! Those are royal bird eggs!"

Morty: "???"

Before Morty could figure out the difference between royal bird eggs and ordinary bird eggs, the mermaid came up to him and separated the two warm, snowy peaks with her arms, making him feel his heart pounding.

"I can have it iced today!"

Morty: "Sister, please be a little more reserved..."

What Morty found even more unbearable was the slime monster. Originally just a lump of mud, it suddenly moved and rolled into the shape of a pour-over cup.

"Come! Come!"

"Come on, you son of a bitch!!!"

Chapter 262 Landing

After successfully stopping the three people's crazy behavior using his telepathic abilities, Morty looked at the group who were pinned to the spot by his telepathic abilities and unable to move.

He deliberately tossed the small pyramid up and down several times in front of the three of them.

Seeing that almost all three people's eyes were focused on the pyramid, he had a very clear understanding of what it was.