Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Anyone who has seen Rick and Morty knows this!

Anyone who gets written down in his little notebook has better make themselves disappear from the grand stage of the multiverse, or else they're doomed!

Therefore... with this heavy pressure...

Morty has the guts, but he wouldn't dare to do anything to abandon C137 Morty...

He simply didn't dare gamble. Having already lost a family member, could C137 possibly laugh off the loss of C137 Morty?

"Sigh, I hope my death won't be too painful..."

Withdrawing his lingering gaze from the crack, Morty resignedly moved towards the other side of the cosmic wall, preparing to face the end of his own story.

He had long known that neither he nor his grandfather were destined to be protagonists.

I'm only alive today thanks to my grandfather's wisdom and my own chance encounters with... metaphysics... etc... I don't think I'll die so easily after all!

He realized that he seemed to still have one trick left to change his fate through metaphysics.

Morty got excited.

My greatest ability has never been the power of the Lord of Thought, nor the teleportation gun, but rather that utterly illogical metaphysics.

As long as I'm away from my grandfather for a long enough time.

When metaphysics loses its suppressive effect, it will start to attract all sorts of things to your life!

Having regained a sliver of confidence, Morty sped away from the cosmic wall and used the teleportation gun to return to his home in P850.

At this moment, everyone was sitting at the dining table, chatting and laughing while enjoying the meal prepared by Diane.

"Oh, you're back?"

"Then sit down and have something to eat."

After Grandpa finished speaking, he instinctively wanted to ask what was going on outside, but he quickly glanced at Diane and abruptly changed his mind to sitting down and eating together.

Clearly, he didn't want to ruin this simple yet endlessly nostalgic dinner that he had been longing for.

While waiting for a mystical method to change his fate, Morty, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, sat down with a smile, took the plate Diane handed him, called out "Grandma," and, under Diane's annoyed gaze, told a few stories about the stupid things his grandfather had done, making the atmosphere more lively.

at the same time.

In the P850 universe, tens of thousands of neighboring universes are entering a slow time reversal state.

Good people, bad people, old people, children, men and women, whether living things, plants, or even flames and glaciers, are all slowly experiencing a reversal of time.

That damned person crawled out of the ground.

The person who shouldn't have died is about to cause those who care about him to grieve and weep again.

In this feast where only bodies are flowing backward, the C167 universe is also affected...

However, before some people were resurrected, an old man, deep in seriousness and focus, arrived... He brought with him a loser...

"Rick? Which Rick are you...?"

Having just returned and having finished watching the news about recent events, Beth was struggling to process the information when she saw a portal open to her right.

When Rick came out, she was initially delighted, but then became wary.

Because there are countless Ricks in this world.

Rick, who is dressed much like his grandfather, may or may not be his grandfather, so he needs to confirm first.

"I am C137!"

"Alright! Enough with the chit-chat. Since you know there's more than one Rick in this world, I'll get straight to the point."

"Now your son, that Rick, and my Morty are all trapped in that shitty, destructive universe."

"So I have to get them out before everything is beyond repair."

“I once heard P850 mention to me that your son has some rather special abilities, the kind of almost mystical abilities, and coincidentally, this Jerry is also the Jerry most capable of ruining things, so I want to use him…”

Beth, feeling a bit overwhelmed, raised her hand to interrupt C137 and, acting as an executor, asked what exactly the other party wanted from her.

"I need brainwaves! I need signature codes! I need every piece of information I can use! I need to locate their positions!"

"Okay! What's the next step?"

Beth's straightforwardness greatly increased C137's goodwill towards her; he really liked Beth's decisive and efficient nature at all times.

"follow me!"

C137 brought Beth, Sunmy, and Jerry back to the C137 universe at the same time.

Despite C137 Morty's prolonged disappearance, the atmosphere of the family in the story remains unchanged, and they continue to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

Beth C137 goes to work, Sangmei plays on her phone, and Jerry C137, who's unemployed and likes to provoke C137 when he has nothing to do...

Hmm, a Jerry who hasn't been sent to Jerry's Daycare yet always lives such a carefree life~

Close and lock the door from the garage to the restaurant.

C137 enabled AI to quickly launch a multiverse positioning system, a result of his research on cosmic scanning techniques during his efforts to capture the mysterious Rick.

Furthermore, there was the subsequent trip to Hermuel, which his grandfather had deliberately lured him into...

That element... damn it! Just thinking about it makes me angry!

C137 was so angry about being tricked that he drank two mouthfuls of strong liquor. His reputation in the multiverse was almost ruined by that bastard Grandpa!

If Project Phoenix hadn't been launched so early...

If they hadn't been resurrected, he and C137 Morty would have been in the Galactic Empire's prison long ago!

Damn it... I'm so angry!

If it weren't for saving C137 Morty, I really wouldn't want to bother with that stinky dog ​​poop stuck to the sole of my shoe that I couldn't shake off!

"Jerry, sit down! Let's put this helmet on..."

"No! I don't want to wear a helmet!!! I don't want to wear one!!!"

Chapter 302 I'd like to see how many people I need to recruit to help me.

Some people experience certain events that leave them with psychological scars, sometimes even lifelong ones.

Jerry, who was sent to Jerry Daycare by Morty and his grandfather, endured a seemingly short but actually incredibly long period of suffering.

I experienced an unprecedented shock to my values.

A boarding school specifically set up for countless parallel universe versions of themselves, where no one can escape unless Rick comes.

Quiet, comfortable, stress-free, you can watch movies, read books, play games, or even tinker with your repair skills.

A place that truly allows people like me to live comfortably until old age?

But in his eyes...

That is an infinite cycle, enough to obliterate everything in everyone's heart.

Eat, play games, read the newspaper, watch a movie with the fake Beth in the evening, and then go to sleep.

This process repeats for at least thirty days. Those who can endure it accept it all, while those who cannot fall into decadence and self-indulgence.

Jerry neither chose to indulge nor to accept it.

He fell into a state of constant anxiety.

This anxiety felt like ten thousand needles repeatedly piercing his heart, until he completely collapsed emotionally.

He desperately wanted to escape, but the world outside filled him with immense fear.

This boarding school, located in a villainous area of ​​the universe, is like a white lotus flower placed in the mud. Staying inside, one can remain undisturbed by anything. Taking a step forward, what awaits is the experience of a truly vicious world.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Rick came and took him away.

But when a helmet appeared, he inevitably fell into an emotional breakdown.

That feeling of collapse is like being forced to bury your head in icy seawater, then immediately having your face brought to a campfire, over and over again, until eternity.

"Jesus! That's Jerry-like, but also not Jerry-like enough!"

Jerry, who was lying on the ground flailing his arms and legs and refused to wear a helmet, left C137 speechless and facepalming. C137 then grabbed Jerry by the collar and forcibly knocked him unconscious with a syringe filled with a sedative.

C137 then moved this cowardly guy to a chair.

Anyway, he only needs to make use of Jerry's trait; whether the other party is sober or not will not actually affect him.

Put on your helmet.

AI activated.

After connecting to the modified, multi-channel element detection device—which was many times smaller than Grandpa's—C137 successfully located another universe...

"What the hell?!"

"He's not the original???"

"Motherfuck!!! You're a makeshift family?!"

Seeing the family of four living in another safe universe in the holographic projection, C137 finally remembered a boring TV program.

The Pokémon Live! Show!!!

Quickly ask the AI ​​to retrieve all the information about this program for me.

After briefly glancing at the behind-the-scenes footage of the show, C137 opened another portal. Since his plan was to use C167 Morty's almost entirely unscientific metaphysics to break the deadlock.

He would have to use Jerry's mischievous abilities to create a subtle chemical reaction between the two from a distance.

However, to lock down C167 Morty and establish a subtle, special connection with him, C167 Jerry is required.

But this Jerry in front of me... isn't the original!

As expected of you! P850!

They've gone to such extremes! They didn't even leave themselves a way out!

After re-locating C167 Jerry, C137 opened a portal and rushed over. When he arrived, the family who were eating were confused to see yet another Rick appear before them.

Aside from Rick...

"C137? What are you doing here?"