Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It's like a sandbox game where you enter a room and before you've even collected any wood, the other player is already thinking about how to beautify their base.

They are already far ahead of us by many steps.

So... lower your stance a bit!

Hastur didn't seem surprised by Morty's appearance. His expression seemed to say, "How could you think I shouldn't be here?"

Am I only fit to stay in that small fishpond of the Cthulhu world, while that damned bastard Old Cthulhu should stay in this much wider sky outside?

Why should I, the King in Yellow, be inferior to Cthulhu?

What right do you have!

"No, no, how could that be! It's you! Only you! You are worthy of this much wider world!"

"Someone with that octopus-like face like Old Ke isn't even worthy of being compared to my husky... Brother Hastur! He's not even fit to carry my shoes!"

They shamelessly insulted Old Ke, who was nowhere to be found.

Morty did not receive praise from Hastur. Or rather, although Hastur's fame was not as great as Cthulhu's, enough to be the 'face of the Cthulhu world,' he was still a monster who had lived for billions of years.

I hear all sorts of flattery almost every year, every month, every day.

Morty's remarks criticizing Old K are, in the eyes of his followers, only at a slightly below-average level.

Moreover, in terms of sincerity, they may not even be as sincere as those ordinary farmers who are illiterate but extremely loyal to their church.

So, in accordance with your Remo's style of doing things.

Why don't we just talk things out?

What brings you here?

I don't have that much time to chat with you casually, go around in circles, and finally say what I should have said in the first second, but I'll leave it until the very end.

"I want to understand this world, to know how it works. Can you help me?"

"Then you're wasting your time, because everything here... is completely meaningless. It's like the foundation (soil) of a city. The communication devices you set up in the dark matter world are nothing more than wired communication lines buried in the soil. Besides that, there's nothing here."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you about this? I spent about three years in the outside world exploring this area, covering at least two billion light-years. I even destroyed many pipes to release my true form here, only to find that it had no effect on this world at all. On the contrary, my voice recruited a lot of believers through the pipes. Nothing else. So this is what I'm most curious about: why did you come here?"

After considering Hastur's doubts for a moment, Zhenmoti cautiously revealed a little bit to him, just like buying and selling anything.

They can't just give it to you for free, can they?

Upon hearing the difference between the real world and the fake world, Hastur, whose face was always hidden under his hood, let out a mocking laugh.

Do you know which type of person suffers the most in life?

When Hastur suddenly brought up a philosophical topic, Morty played along, hoping to learn a few famous quotes from Cthulhu, perhaps even making a compilation later.

Which one?

"Those who know the truth but are powerless to change the situation live the most painful lives..."

“Look at stupid people, they hold their phones and scroll through videos for hours without showing any signs of being ‘satisfied’ because their brains’ ability to process information has been tamed, or rather, those short videos that last a few seconds make them feel relaxed and comfortable. Do they need to change anything?”

"No, they don't need to change anything, and they don't want to change anything, just like livestock."

"Intelligent people don't like fragmented things at all; they prefer things that are long-term and complex. Only by solving problems that ordinary people can't solve can they derive happiness and joy from them."

"And their intelligence is enough to change some things, or even all things."

"So people like you, with a bit of cleverness, can see a higher level of the world, but the power that cleverness gives you is not enough to change anything, which is why you live the most painful lives."

Hastur finished his long, rambling speech.

Morty fell silent.

Although he wanted to refute Hastur's words, every word the other said made sense.

You are somewhat clever and wise, but when your cleverness and wisdom are insufficient to change anything, what you see is like a curse, tormenting you in endless suffering.

Because you are not capable enough to change anything.

So... I came to the wrong place?

Hearing Morty's unwavering determination, Hastur shook his head, then nodded: "Whether you've come to the wrong place or not, only through endless exploration will you find the answer."

Do you know what the price is behind a miracle?

"That means ten million or even hundreds of billions of people would die at the foot of the mountain, and only the person who avoided all obstacles could miraculously accomplish this feat in the eyes of everyone else."

"If you find a way to reach the real world here, and it means you have to stay here until the universe is destroyed, are you willing to do that?"

Morty wouldn't be happy if the universe were to be destroyed before a way to get to the real world could be found!

I came here to explore freely.

The result was that Hastur informed them there wasn't a single one within a range of at least 20 billion light-years. What to do now...?

Should we go back and discuss a new strategy with Grandpa and the others?

Or... wait... this place looks pretty lively... why is Rick here...?

Seeing Rick emerge from one pipe and head towards another, Morty immediately glanced at Hastur, hoping to read his expression... Well! He had no face!

However, Hastur's tone had already given Morty enough information he wanted.

"Just a few hours ago, they sent some guy to another world right in front of me, and now Rick has appeared. So Rick and his crew are doing some kind of experiment. Looks like this place won't be safe for long either..."

Chapter 330 A month has passed?

Just like what Hastur said the first time he saw Rick.

Sometimes, Morty felt that Ricks were like a source of soil pollution whenever any one of them appeared in a world.

Then the world is destined to begin to undergo some particularly painful changes.

For example, why does the old cow scream incessantly every night?

The big yellow dog at the village entrance is actually able to give haircuts to Tony the hairdresser!

The garbage truck is filled with people, but the driver is garbage...

In short, if a certain area on a planet suddenly starts acting strangely, it's almost certain that Rick, who's bored out of his mind, is stirring up some trouble there.

So, in the dark matter world, when Morty saw Rick, he felt just as miserable as Hastur.

There hasn't been any progress on my end yet.

Rick just popped out!

Are you kidding me?!

Seeing Hastur quickly pack up his belongings, grab a snakeskin bag from who-knows-where, sling it over his shoulder, looking exactly like a refugee, Morty was speechless.

Damn... the mighty King in Yellow is running away, carrying a snakeskin bag on his shoulder...

What do you expect your followers to think...?

When my older brother was fleeing for his life, he dared to disregard his image and carry a snakeskin bag on his shoulder. Would your older brother dare to do that?

No way! No way! Your older brother is so down-to-earth!

Okay...

Hastur, who had just been having a long talk about the philosophy of life, picked up his snakeskin bag, and without saying a word, fled in a certain direction at the speed of light.

Standing alone in front of the white palace, Morty shook his head and decided to leave as well.

First attempt to explore the deeper world... failed!

The time it took Morty to get there was many times faster he could get back than the time it took to get there.

The infinite extensibility of the mind-body means that Morty's body can stretch out into a thin needle several light-years long, but he can also travel from one end to the other with a single thought.

His main consciousness returned directly to the entrance, and as his body began to rapidly retract behind him, he had already emerged from the phone.

Morty, returning to the real world from that almost colorless area, finds himself in the garage. Hearing a noise, he looks towards the garage door that is not closed.

They immediately saw Jerry excitedly talking to Dark Mo in the restaurant.

Despite his obvious impatience, he made no move to slap the other person away.

That alone seems enough to earn Jerry a pitiful amount of respect?

Not quite sure how long he had been gone, Morty walked into the living room and saw his grandfather chatting with Sammy about a show, while Beth was busy in the kitchen.

The sudden return of someone immediately alarmed the whole family.

"Jesus! Morty! You're finally back! It's been a whole month!"

"Yes! Where have you been for a whole month?"

We all thought we had lost you!

Morty: "Keep that last sentence to yourself, because it doesn't sound like you're even remotely inclined to come and rescue me..."

Without saying much else, as soon as Grandpa saw Morty return, he took him and Dark Morty back to the garage, leaving the other three outside.

"What happened to you in the past month?"

Grandpa and Dark Morty's excitement and anticipation made Morty roll his eyes. Apparently, only Sammy and Beth in the house cared about me after the past month...

Fuck! You old geezer, didn't you say there was no concept of time in that stuff?!

How come I... well... I have time outside, but no time inside...

Not wanting to dwell on the issue, Morty simply stated what the two men cared about most.

Upon hearing that there was nothing inside, yet Hastur was able to build a palace inside, Dark Mordekaiser was visibly shaken and declared that he would personally capture this guy and interrogate him.

When Grandpa heard that Rick, or even the research institute in Ruicheng, had new technology that would allow Rick to enter the dark matter world, he said that his relationship with Ruicheng was far from being so strained that they would never speak to each other again.

As an important member of the former Morty school.

It shouldn't be too difficult to shamelessly enter a research institute and learn some technology.

Of course, if Ruicheng wants to keep this secret, then we can only take direct action and obtain this new technology through the oldest rules.

"Why don't you just say you're robbing us?"

"If you insist on talking about the oldest rule... well, let's just say it's survival of the fittest..."