Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Having avenged Sammy and Beth by killing their killers, will they ever be able to return?

It seems that it's no longer possible.

They must disappear from this world forever.

Meanwhile, back in their home in universe C167, as Sami and Beth emerged from the glass jar and prepared to change clothes in their bedroom after leaving the underground base, the house, which had been protected by alloy plates since they left, was filled with the buzzing sound of large drilling rigs at work.

Through the thick alloy plates, Sangmei heard the loudspeaker outside repeatedly blaring the same sentence: "Listen up, your people! This is the 43rd Army Group of the Chinese People's Liberation Army! Surrender now! You won't be killed! If you resist to the end, we'll shoot you on the spot!"

Chapter 285 Eucalyptus Helmet

"Come on, have a drink, calm down. It's all in the past, all in the past. Don't dwell on it too much. What's done is done."

Back in the Mirror City, unlike before when I felt at home and could say, "Don't be shy, bring me a chair, have some water, help yourself."

Today, as soon as Grandpa returned here, he very attentively had the robot bring over chairs and tables, and then took out a bottle of aged wine that had been stored for thirty years.

Dark brown liquid was poured into two crystal glasses.

Add a few more ice cubes.

After the grandfather and grandson took a big gulp, Morty, who had been silent until now, started talking after returning from the portal.

"Grandpa, why do I feel even more lost after torturing her? Revenge should bring joy, but why don't I feel any joy at all?"

"Because you realize that what has happened is irreversible, isn't that easy to understand? It's simply that you realize you've reached that point, but you also realize that what has happened can't be undone."

"Right..."

Seeing Morty's sullen expression, Grandpa glanced reassuringly at the memory extractor the robot was holding in the distance, and the warm jar of memories hidden inside its body.

He figured he should wait until the real culprit was caught before confronting Morty about it.

Speaking the truth now and for some time to come will only lead to major setbacks.

However, Grandpa also felt that constantly extracting memories and using this simple method to solve some problems was clearly not a long-term solution.

Humans have a concept of time, and when they find that their memories of a certain period seem to be blank, they will begin to doubt.

Especially since he himself, a guy with a criminal record, is now back by his side.

As time goes on, Morty will naturally start to suspect him again.

So I'll never extract memories again!

Absolutely not!

After Morty ignored the matter of the small black pyramid, Grandpa started talking about searching the entire P850 universe.

"How do you plan to search? It's practically impossible for me to search the entire universe by myself, unless you have another way."

Knowing he needed something serious to distract himself, Morty turned his attention back to searching the universe.

But then, some puzzling things also began to emerge.

You just wave your hand, build a workbench, then a conveyor belt... oh no! I mean a robot, find a place rich in minerals, and you can mass-produce robots, eventually completing the T1 to T2 technology upgrade, creating a robot army to search for clues all over the universe.

If I were to search for it...

My current mental energy can only be maintained at a few thousand at most!

A few thousand people are no match for the vastness of space and the stars; they could probably not even fill 0.0001 light-years. Relying on these people to search for clues is nothing short of wishful thinking.

unless...

"That's right, I need you to use your luck to find valuable clues in this vast, desolate wasteland of stars."

"..."

Morty had already guessed it!

For things like this that are difficult to address with technology, the only solution is through metaphysics, and the greatest metaphysical weapon Grandpa currently possesses is himself.

Is this really a good idea for you?

If the problem can't be solved, then resort to metaphysics...

When asked about his research abilities, Grandpa waved his hand dismissively, saying it was a minor matter. As long as he could find clues, it wouldn't be a problem even if he knew nothing.

"I also wish I had your level of skill, and then have a problem that I could never solve even if I spent my whole life trying..."

"Alright, back to the main topic. I certainly won't get you a spaceship to wander aimlessly around the universe. That kind of luck won't improve efficiency. So we can use another method, such as infinitely increasing the speed of telepathic communication. I specially borrowed a helmet for you to use."

Grandpa took a dark brown helmet made of eucalyptus wood from the robot's hand and handed it to Morty, whose face was gradually losing its color.

eucalyptus...

A tree that grows extremely fast, and for a tree, the growth rate determines its value.

Whenever Grandpa uses some kind of pear wood to make a helmet, Morty immediately thinks of some mysterious interstellar tree-man organization, or the supreme artifacts of the interstellar elves.

But a helmet made of eucalyptus wood?

On top of the helmet, there are three particularly cute-looking leaves.

plz!

Don't be silly!

Could you add a touch of mystery, or something more sophisticated, to make me feel a little better?

"Alright, alright, look at the disgusted look on your face. This thing doesn't look very appealing; it looks like it's woven from tree trunks as vines, but it still works."

Seeing Morty hurriedly putting the helmet on, Grandpa, who hadn't finished explaining, pressed his hand on the helmet and, in an extremely serious tone, recounted some important points about this universe.

After hearing about this universe, which is still fraught with danger even after being destroyed, Morty, who broke out in a cold sweat, finally understood why his grandfather hadn't spent decades carefully investigating every corner.

Because this P850 universe is far more terrifying than he imagined.

He thought that since the world had been blown up like this, all those dangerous things had been completely destroyed in that explosion.

that's the truth.

99% of dangerous creatures and special zones have disappeared, but there is still a 1% danger that exists in this universe.

It wasn't that they withstood the explosion, but rather that the explosion had a central point, and these places happened to be outside the edge of the explosion, yet they were subjected to the shock wave and became extremely unstable.

The only good news is that the explosion did indeed destroy life on all the planets.

Otherwise, if some weird alien race were to appear, Morty would have no choice but to either curse them or chop off their heads.

"Therefore, in this place where various energy fluctuations are extremely unstable, you must maintain constant attention, otherwise your thoughts will become entangled with some kind of cosmic energy, and that could lead to serious trouble."

"Especially in this universe, there once existed powerful beings like you, possessing immense mental abilities. They died in the Big Bang, and the spiritual energy, mental power, and so on they released are still roaming the universe. Be careful."

After hearing all this, Morty weakly suggested that he might as well take his little wrecked boat out and try his luck!

Maybe I'll find a business card just by going out?

"..." The grandfather, with a look of disappointment and frustration, slammed the helmet down on Morty's head as he looked at his grandson, who already seemed to have inherited some of his own fear of death.

Chapter 286 Entering This Universe

Nonsense is nonsense.

When it comes to serious matters, Morty is quite earnest. He's probably even more eager than his grandfather to find out who the real culprit behind this is.

After all, the Shadow Group, as the scapegoat, is full of tech nerds, yet they have been unfairly burdened with a decades-old stigma.

They must have tried to investigate the matter thoroughly.

The other party is just very mysterious...

Damn... is there nothing in this universe that isn't mysterious?!

Secret organizations are everywhere, each one more eager to erase its own existence from the world, hiding in some dark corner to manipulate things.

What a load of rubbish!

Thinking about it this way, Morty felt that his grandfather's clue-finding plan might not be of much use, since a large number of civilizations had once existed in this universe.

On a planet that has not yet entered interstellar civilization, there are countless resources of all sizes, while those civilizations that have already entered the interstellar age are simply living the dream.

Even if only 1% of the universe is filled with scrap metal, that's still an extremely terrifying amount!

"Alright, it's not like I'm asking you to find it in a minute. I just want you to get a feel for it and not act like you haven't studied at all and are about to take an exam."

Seeing that Morty was not closing his eyes for a long time, and his complex expression revealed his inner turmoil, Grandpa gestured for him not to get agitated.

Anyway, give it a try!

"Okay... I'll give it a try... By the way! What's the purpose of this helmet?"

"It's not very useful; it just increases the range of your thoughts. If you want to, you can circle the entire universe without any problems. As for Tzeentch, since she has self-awareness, you two go find her together and speed things up."

"Um..."

After responding, Morty slowly closed his eyes. He first entered the dream and saw Tzeentch, who had specially changed into a female adventurer's outfit today. Without saying anything, he used his mental energy to guide it out of his body and flew off his forehead along with Tzeentch.

Like an out-of-body experience, Morty stepped out of his own body, glanced at his grandfather, and then turned to look at his own body sitting in the chair.

This feeling made him feel a little strange.

Despite being half an Old One, he still exists in this world in a combined form of body and soul.

"He's gone, he's gone. I look at my face in the mirror all the time, don't suddenly get narcissistic again."

Tzeentch, who was eagerly anticipating an interstellar adventure, pushed Morty forward by the back; she didn't want Morty to waste time on this kind of thing.

"You have legs, don't you know how to walk?"

Morty, being pushed forward, knew perfectly well that Tzeentch was pushing him because he was worried that there was energy outside the Mirror City's protective shield that could harm the mind's true form, so he wanted him to scout ahead.

Yes, that's what I think too!

Grandpa puts on a helmet, and I can ignore the energy that unconsciously wanders in the starry sky in the outer space.

Bullshit!

Let alone a planet, even an energy wave the size of an asteroid, if it brushes past me, would be enough to give me a real headache due to its chaotic energy.

So Morty and Tzeentch engaged in a polite but agonizing tug-of-war.

"Motty, I've always admired you. You single-handedly made it into the top 10 of the Morty world, and you're just one step away from becoming the King of Morty, the Ultimate Morty, or the God Emperor Morty!"