Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But they weren't willing.

There was nothing he could do.

We can't just kill Rick the tough guy, can we?

Since there was no point in fighting, Morty, who was planning to dig into the Shadow Group's internal intelligence later, decided to clarify something before leaving.

for example...

"Alright, since you don't want to, I won't force you. But according to you, the central finite curve is like a wall, blocking the space between the finite and infinite universes and the truly infinite universe. The energy that Grandpa fired to clear away the bad state was constantly spreading, but it was blocked by that invisible wall. But why... did it not disappear?"

"Logically speaking, energy should gradually disappear during its propagation if no new energy is added to it. Why is it getting stronger and stronger?"

"Shouldn't that wall serve as a barrier?"

Rick, the tough guy, felt helpless about Morty's level of knowledge, but then he thought that Morty's abilities were already among the best of all Mortys.

At least among all Mortys, there are a few who can travel to other universes on their own without batting an eye.

You can count them on one hand.

So, it's okay if your knowledge base is a bit lacking.

Anyway, his external brain was originally Rick's.

Thinking of this, Rick, the tough guy, spoke up again to explain.

"If it can gather an infinite number of 'negative states' wherever it goes, don't you think those bad personalities are also energy?"

After understanding that this storm, while purging the bad side of humanity, would also continuously enhance its own power, Morty asked in bewilderment, "This...this actually works?"

Rick, the tough guy: "Why not?"

Morty: "Okay..."

Seeing Morty frowning as he pondered something, Rick, the tough guy, chimed in, "Are you planning to resolve this?"

Suddenly burdened with this unexpected responsibility, Morty, fearing misunderstanding, quickly explained, "Solve? Solve what? I don't even understand how that thing works... I'm just thinking about where to run away to, somewhere safer."

Hearing this explanation, so characteristically Rick-like, the tough guy Rick was silent for a moment before finally managing to say, "Pretty good. You've definitely inherited Rick Sanchez's skills—running away at the drop of a hat when in trouble. In that respect, you're certainly different from the other more responsible Mortys."

Standing to the side, having only been a background character for a few minutes, Tzeentch was speechless and facepalmed when she heard Rick's words.

Rick, the tough guy, might indeed be a highly capable fighter.

But his... judgment of people and his ability to read minds are indeed not outstanding among Rick's.

Do you know that this Morty in front of you is completely different from those other Mortys in one thing?

He hates being compared to Rick the most!

The next second, Morty, who had been thinking that his small arms and legs were powerless to stop a storm that was growing bigger and bigger within the limited central curve, realized that Morty was now incapable of stopping the storm.

But when the tough guy Rick 'praised' his grandson, saying that he was indeed a Sanchez descendant, Morty became unhappy.

"Damn it... I'm not Rick!"

Seeing Morty, fuming, turn and walk toward the outpost's helipad, preparing to board a transport plane and head to the planetary outpost.

Rick, looking completely bewildered, went to ask Tzeentch, "What's wrong with him? I was just praising him for having the same personality as Rick, isn't that a very useful and universally flattering phrase?"

"Maybe...it's just the start of my rebellious phase..."

Unable to comprehend why such a statement would be considered an exaggeration in the world of Remo, she glanced at Morty's back and vaguely sensed that he was about to leave on a transport plane.

After saying that, she immediately chased after Morty.

Rick, the muscular man, was left sitting in his chair, completely bewildered, wondering where he had gone wrong with his words...

This is completely illogical!

I really was praising Morty just now!

Is there anything wrong with the saying "grandson resembles maternal grandfather"?

It's like I said something wrong!

Depend on!

Rick, the muscular man, unhappily put away his chair and headed towards the underground outpost. He planned to cook a big meal to fill his stomach.

At this moment, the three-headed bird, the mermaid, and the slime monster, which had poked their heads out of the outpost, looked at the transport plane, which had turned into a small black dot in the sky, with awe.

Finally, he left...

Chapter 270 Suddenly Rises

One day later...

Throughout the planet, Morty took away important information from various shadow groups, copied all the information from their servers, and returned to his home in the C590 universe.

As soon as I got back here.

Exhausted from the day's events, Morty went straight to bed when he got back. He had been busy from morning till night and had barely slept.

They were constantly digging for information from other people.

With such a high frequency of information input, the results are naturally impressive.

A mysterious, trans-cosmic research organization hidden beneath the surface of an iceberg has finally revealed its full extent to Morty.

A vertical management system based on research stations.

The top level implements a separation of powers, and all departments below are subject to the management of these three departments.

Secondly, the Shadow Group is indeed, as these people say, composed of perpetually research-obsessed shut-ins.

However, research requires experimental subjects.

In particular, timeline technology must move from the time reversal of objects to the time reversal of living beings in order for this technology to have practical value.

In the process of studying the timeline, someone will inevitably die.

No matter how much the shadow group tries to whitewash itself, it can never completely clean itself up.

Live animal experiments do exist.

And it involved a large number of live experiments!!!

They have even developed a complete industrial chain for this.

Because time flows differently in many universes than in others, they chose the universe with the fastest time flow in order to maximize the acquisition of various types of experimental subjects.

These living organisms can grow rapidly at the fastest speed and be supplied in batches to all research institutions under the Shadow Group.

In research spanning at least several decades.

To conduct a control experiment.

The death toll is estimated to be in the hundreds of billions!

That's more than a hundred times the total number of people Rick has ever killed.

Even if C137 is in a bad mood in the multiverse and fires a shot at someone, or in a subsequent cosmic war against the rule of the Galactic Empire.

Even though these actions account for 90% of Rick's total kills, they cannot be compared to this organized, assembly-line style of killing.

Based on this point alone, Morty felt that if his grandfather still wanted to eliminate the Shadow Group, he could then kill everyone in the organization without any guilt.

You guys are definitely a bunch of die-hard tech nerds.

But it's really unacceptable that hundreds of billions of lives have been lost over several decades because of this technology.

However, it seems that some scientific advancements require sacrifice; only when enough people die can certain technological breakthroughs truly blossom...

Many technologies... cannot be achieved without sacrifice and sacrifice...

Do I, who have also committed countless killings, truly have the right to criticize these people...?

After realizing that he could not put himself in the position of a judge.

Morty thought for a few seconds and then decided to put those thoughts aside, no longer considering whether the matter was right or wrong, nor whether his grandfather's actions would hinder technological development.

The bow of the boat and the bridgehead will naturally be straight!

Maybe Grandpa doesn't plan to continue fighting?

I don't have any deep-seated hatred for these guys. Whether or not I fight them is entirely up to my grandfather.

Using the "Mission Accomplishment Box," several young men with solid master's degrees were summoned and tasked with summarizing and organizing data.

Morty left the room, intending to go to the kitchen to get some drinks and food, and then take a nap.

I went downstairs yawning.

What he saw in the living room not only left him bewildered but also deeply shocked.

When did... the three of you become so happy together?

In the living room, Jerry sat on the large sofa in a bold pose, his right arm around Beth and his left hand holding a phone. He was watching TV, chatting, and even playing a mobile game with Sammy.

If someone does N things, it only means they are multitasking.

When did Jerry become so close to Beth, and also maintain such an extremely strange friendly relationship with a socialite like Sammy?

This must be a ghost!

Morty instinctively crushed the bottle.

As soon as the sound came out, everyone—those watching TV, those playing on their phones, and those watching TV and playing on their phones—simultaneously turned their heads to look towards the kitchen.

They found Morty, who had been missing for more than a day, standing in the kitchen.

Jerry, who had long wanted to talk to Morty, stood up, his chest held high, just like his boundless fighting spirit.

"Motty, as your father, I need to have a serious talk with you... Ah!!!"

I see someone really acting like he's their father.

Morty didn't hold back and kicked the other person hard in the shin.

After kicking him into a one-legged ballerina clutching his leg and screaming in pain, Morty didn't stop; he kicked the other man's other shin.

Step down with both feet.

He fell to the ground and screamed in agony.