Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Schrödinger's cat?

What is that? A cat kept by a man named Schrödinger? Or is it that experiment about quantum mechanics? Simply put, it's a cat with radium in an opaque box.

Because radium has a 50% chance of decaying, the cat in the box also has a 50% chance of dying.

However, if the box is never opened, the probability of the cat inside being dead or alive will always remain at around 50%.

Therefore, it can also be used as a metaphor for a phenomenon.

If you don't do something, there will always be two possible outcomes.

If you do it, there will only be one outcome.

So... what's the situation over there now? Is Morty, whom I met last time, in that delicate 50% balance?

Rick, you...

As soon as someone called out his name, C137 guessed what he was up to and raised his hand to interrupt the little idiot.

After taking a big gulp of strong liquor and letting out a satisfied burp, C137 began his refusal.

"No! No, no, don't say anything! Don't you dare tell me anything stupid like saving them. I'm not that kind-hearted. I am the supreme god of the ruthless realm, and I will never save the sole embodiment of truth in the realm of fools. Perhaps we had a deep connection with that guy before, but I don't care."

"Do you understand?"

"I don't care at all!"

C137 Morty, who was rejected by C137 with all possibilities, was not discouraged or gave up, because he knew that if C137 really didn't want to save Morty...

She got up and walked toward the garage as soon as she started to get annoyed with him.

Staying here watching boring multiverse TV programs and listening to the rambling of the person next to you is not C137's style.

If you dare say another word about something he's not interested in, he'll turn around and leave.

You can still sit here now...

"Rick, Rick, I think you still want to help them. Let's act quickly, otherwise things will get worse and worse, and then something terrible will happen. What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?"

"Jesus! Morty, I just saw a really interesting movie trailer! I already told you! No saving him! Don't bother me! If you want to save him, then save him yourself!"

C137, his eyes glued to the screen, took out the teleportation gun and tossed it into C137 Morty's hand before continuing to watch the absurdly twisted and terrifyingly dramatic movie trailer on the television screen.

from...

"This summer! Mikel Studios! Launching with a bang! The second installment of the Victor Brothers sequel! They're about to battle urban gangsters and terrorists! Battle mutated cockroaches! Battle the Italian cannon Li Yunlong! Battle Zhuge Liang with 100,000 O'Neals on his Northern Expedition! Battle a billionaire starting with a trillion! Battle a 3 billion alien behemoth! Battle..."

As the two muscular men drove a convertible and carried an AK, the enemies around them became increasingly outrageous, and the two brothers' faces gradually turned pale.

In the end, three billion alien warships stopped outside the planet. The two brothers were as pale as paper, their eyes behind their sunglasses filled with fear, and they knelt on the ground with expressions of utter despair.

C137 laughed...

He had to admit that the core of comedy is to watch other people's tragedies, to see them suffer, but not so much, just the kind of extreme frustration they experience.

"Hahaha! Jesus! Has he gone mad?! He actually dared to go!"

After a hearty laugh, C137 shifted his gaze to the right and discovered that C137 Morty, who should have been sitting on the sofa like that loser Jerry, preferring to spend time agonizing over whether or not to act rather than actually doing anything, had vanished!

fuck! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

fuck! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

After unleashing two full swear words, C137 subconsciously touched his body, and 0.00001 seconds later, he remembered that he seemed to have given the teleportation gun to Morty.

Having lost his teleportation gun, C137 threw down his bottle and rushed into the underground base beneath the garage.

Jerry, peeking out from the kitchen, hadn't yet grasped the gravity of the situation. With the typical Rick mindset, he blurted out, "Oh? Looks like someone ran into some serious trouble? Something even Rick Sanchez couldn't handle?"

These sarcastic words made C137 frown. He usually didn't argue with him because of Beth.

But if you don't consider the situation and just jump out to argue with me, then don't blame me for taking drastic measures!

He pulled out a handgun the size of his palm.

I chose a very practical mode.

After firing a shot at Jerry, C137 turned and headed towards the garage. He now needed to figure out a way to bring C137 Morty back from that world.

Otherwise, if they get trapped in that world and disappear, they won't be able to come back from there through Project Phoenix!

Because he disappeared!

That's not even considered death!

Seeing that C137, who usually bickered with him, was unusually quiet and turned away instead of arguing, he was surprised to find that C137 hadn't bothered to argue with him.

Jerry, thinking he had won the verbal battle, said smugly, "Ha! I didn't expect..."

puff~

A loud, gurgling fart came from behind Jerry. Hearing the sound and feeling something flowing out of his anus, his face immediately darkened.

"I..."

puff!

Before he could even utter a complete sentence at C137, he burst out with a thud after only managing to say one word.

"Fuck!"

The next second, he clutched his crotch and fled in panic.

Chapter 295 did something extraordinary

"Jiang Yi! Jiang Yi!"

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

"me..."

He rescued Jiang Yi from danger time and time again, and watched her die slowly in his arms, her pale face fading away at the speed that tormented his own heart.

His emotions repeatedly exceeded their limits, and sorrow, like waves, rose and fell, engulfing his heart layer by layer, causing Morty to gradually lose his way to land in the tide of grief.

But all of this will not stop because he is lost.

Since this is a punishment for disrespecting pure love.

So why would all of this stop just because he suffers a little hardship and becomes confused?

The sacred text must be repeated ten thousand times! No! One hundred thousand times! No! Ten million times! One hundred billion times! Until Morty, through repeated losses, lets the bitter juice of all the bitter fruit seep into every inch of his soul!

But even in the most difficult situations, even in seemingly hopeless ones, there is still a glimmer of hope, a chance to turn the tide.

Unlike everyone else present, including the Lovers, Morty's will was incredibly powerful.

The Great Old Ones are essentially just a mass of beings composed of consciousness.

When pushed to the limit, the brain's automatic protection mechanism for extreme situations reacts immediately, just like how everyone who is subjected to extremely high stimulation will eventually fall into a coma at some point.

The purpose of the sacred texts is to gradually increase the pressure within the brain's controllable range, until the upper limit of this pressure is raised higher and higher, so that the unfaithful person can endure more and longer suffering.

But what if a person's brain, body, and consciousness were all one?

Each time Morty's limits were raised, it strengthened his body, and this was repeated dozens of times.

Morty, who could originally only maintain 6000 mental clones at a time, has increased to 10000 and is moving toward an even higher limit.

Ten thousand.

Twenty thousand.

100,000!

If anyone were here at this moment and could see Morty's true form, they would only be astonished by its size, which seems to be expanding endlessly.

Like all the strange gods in the Cthulhu Mythos.

Mortina's disordered and featureless, awe-inspiring form is rapidly converging with those gods who have existed for billions of years.

When his physical form is completely identical to that of Old K, the Yellow King, and others.

His basic combat strength will be on par with these gods who have lived for billions of years, and may even surpass them!

Meanwhile, Morty was forced to increase his strength.

Holding a teleportation gun, C137 Morty resolutely left his safe haven and rushed to Mirror City. Upon arriving, he realized he might have indeed been a bit too presumptuous...

This mechanical city, located in a devastated universe, is already quite remarkable in that it can protect itself from impacts by various celestial debris from outer space or from the interference of elemental energy.

How to prevent Schrödinger's cat from happening?

No matter how meticulously he tried to avoid being scammed with his P850, he never imagined that something like this would happen!

It should be understood that the existence of braised lion's head meatballs signifies a higher-dimensional world. Between different dimensions, one high and one low, there is usually little intimate interaction.

This is like someone in the three-dimensional world looking at the two-dimensional world.

That thing is nothing more than a fictional creation of yours, something you can destroy at any time if you want.

To fight such an enemy, if he stands at a higher dimension and launches a dimensional reduction attack, then there is almost no chance of winning.

If he were to reduce his own dimensionality, there's a chance he might win.

But none of this has much to do with the current situation, yet they are intricately connected, like being tricked, but not completely tricked.

"Jesus! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do!"

Standing in the deserted Mirror City, C137 Morty looked at the adorable kittens flying all over the outside of the energy shield and panicked.

But then I think of that parallel universe version of myself who always seemed confident and never humbled or arrogant in front of any Rick.

A longing arose in C137 Morty's heart, and a sliver of courage returned.

Since he can do it.

Why can't I do it?

At this moment, the DNA originating from C137 Rick Sanchez began to burn within C137 Morty, a desperate counterattack like that of a wild beast after being cornered.

That's the kind of power that, when unleashed, can go toe-to-toe with C137.

That's the most unreasonable place of the Chosen One, the True Morty, and the Supreme Morty!

By analyzing Rick's tendency to always have a backup plan, C137 Morty deduced that there must be something in this Mirror City that could come in handy in a critical moment.