Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Jesus...what brings you here?"

I recognized Morty's C137 at a glance. He had a bottle of liquor next to his left, a wrench in his right hand, and a small machine of unknown function in front of him.

"It seems there's been some kind of backlash on our end because of your departure, so we need you back..."

"blablabla, I don't care, I don't concern myself, I don't even want to care, so you should go back before the screenwriter realizes something new has appeared in his brain."

"What do you mean?"

C137 doesn't seem to intend to say much about the scriptwriting.

He picked up the bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls of wine. After letting out a satisfied burp, he leaned back in his chair and pointed to the ceiling with his left hand.

"The answer you seek, and the so-called backlash, are not due to me, but rather the product of everything collapsing after you realized you were merely fictional characters."

Do you know why some people like watching my shows while others don't?

C137's two sentences, which were quite disjointed, left Morty somewhat at a loss for words. However, Dark Morty, whose thinking was likely on par with Morty's, casually replied, "Because people always like to make shit look pretty."

“Exactly!” C137 snapped his fingers. “Look at all those words that symbolize beauty—love, family, friendship—behind it all is just a pile of shit…”

"You like that girl? What do you like about her? What does she like about you? Why can't you just openly admit that you're like a monkey in the jungle, or even like any other animal..."

"Male animals that make themselves look strong, by any means, will always be favored, just as some animals have gradually evolved physical features on their heads, chests, and even necks to be more attractive to females."

"And what about female animals? Why is it that female animals, which are contested by many male animals and produce a large number of offspring, are always the ones that attract the largest number of male animals?"

"Physiological characteristics? Humans are simply products controlled by hormones in the brain."

“And what about family ties, Morty, Morty…” C137 said, placing his hands on the table and looking at Morty instead of Dark Morty, clearly addressing the former.

"As one of the special Mortys, you should also know that most Ricks just use Morty as a tool."

"But you are different. While you were being used as a tool, you gradually gained P850's approval through a series of events."

"But if you don't get recognition, have you thought about what will happen to you?"

C137's words made Morty turn to look at his grandfather. The latter did not look away, but confirmed the answer he had in mind with a look in his eyes.

And this answer is precisely the fate of most Mortys.

That's exactly what C137 wanted to say next.

"That's right, when animals get old... hiccup~ that's not entirely accurate. When we social creatures get old, and the second generation of people in their prime see the first generation, especially those heroes who once dared to hunt wild beasts alone, in their incredibly miserable old age..."

"Thus, so-called family affection is established."

"This is actually like a bank deposit."

"Before this value system was established, the elderly in each tribe would choose to commit suicide as soon as they reached a certain age."

"But...those who didn't have the courage to end their own lives devised a way to ensure they could die of old age."

"Because a child cannot choose whether or not he is born, but the only choice he can make is deciding when to relinquish the concepts instilled in him by his biological parents."

"As long as they are assured of a miserable old age with no one to care for them, most spineless men will choose to have the next generation."

"So you see, that's how it is in most of Rick and Morty's relationships."

"An old man who died on the roadside and no one cared, with an extremely arrogant face, had a broken heart, yet he stubbornly refused to admit that he needed Morty to take care of him."

At this point, C137 doesn't seem to intend to extend the topic to friendship.

He then brought up the so-called backlash.

Because that thing isn't actually a backlash, but rather that you've all collectively lost control, like people who have fallen into the water, now grasping at even a floating plastic bag as a lifeline.

There's nothing we can do...

Breaking free from this cage has never been an easy task for you.

I live such a painful life that I can't even commit suicide. I can only continue living, like a puppet on a stage, performing for everyone.

Just like your Pokémon Show.

We are all just animals trapped in cages, making noises, for the audience to watch.

None of this makes any sense.

"No! This is the fucking meaning of all this!!!" Morty interrupted C137 angrily.

"Oh? Is that so? What's the point? We seem to be caught up in an endless adventure, but in reality, when people stop watching our performances, we will slowly die and be forgotten forever."

"People like us..."

Before C137 could finish speaking, he was punched hard in the stomach by Morty, who, with almost no time to react, knocked him down after delivering the punch.

He crouched down, grabbed C137 by the collar, and yelled, "You're wrong! There's no 'us' here! There's only 'me'! Yes! Only you!"

"You gave in! You're trapped in a cage! You're putting on a show for them like a clown!"

"Is your existence just about performing?"

"Didn't you say you couldn't even commit suicide?"

"Then do everything you can to escape! If you're discovered and killed, wouldn't that be exactly what you want!"

"Either die or live!"

"I, Morty, would rather die on the way out than live in this cage in humiliation again!"

At this point, Morty released his grip, loosened C137's collar, and walked towards the garage door under the admiring gazes of his grandfather and Dark Morty.

At that moment, the sunlight was streaming slanting into the garage.

As Morty stepped into the light, it was as if he were walking on a path to heaven.

Of course, his cool demeanor lasted only three seconds before he turned to his grandfather and asked, "Hey, use the teleportation gun to open a portal, we'll go back and figure things out ourselves. I can't be bothered with this loser! He's been tamed!"

"Wait a moment!"

Chapter 333 A 'Perfect' Ending

"Wait a minute! I'll go with you! But I need to finish filming the first episode first!"

When Morty heard C137 shout "Wait a minute," he was quite pleased, thinking that his terrible attempt at provocation had at least worked once.

But... what happened after the first episode aired?

If you're already planning to escape, why did you even bother with the first episode?

"It's simple. Just treat it as a perfect finale, and end with 'Rick...out!'" C137 explained while tidying up the things on the table.

Of course, we'll definitely be drinking alcohol.

After finishing a bottle of wine, C137 took the script out of the safe, set it on fire, and said in a disdainful tone, "If you want a perfect curtain call, you can't follow the script."

"Besides, if we leave here, we won't have the chance to criticize idiots anymore."

"After all, you have to understand that there are too many fragile hearts in this world. Someone always needs to help them grow up, otherwise they will always believe in those unrealistic and illusory things."

"Oh~ you shouldn't say that about the things I like. They're so, so wonderful, I won't allow you to criticize them~"

"If you don't want to hear anything harsh, why not watch something positive instead of watching Remo? This isn't some heartwarming family comedy, and I'm not some kind, benevolent old sage who loves to preach life philosophy!"

"So, Morty's interested in working with me on an episode? How about we give those 'you have no right to criticize my tastes' people something exciting to finish?"

Morty would be happy to co-star with C137 in an episode of an anime.

This is absolutely awesome!

Morty, brimming with interest, rubbed his hands together excitedly like a big fly, just waiting for C137's order. He was certain that the acting skills he had honed over the past six months by his grandfather's side would amaze everyone.

"Take it easy! Don't overact... You and C137 Morty are from completely different species..."

"Ugh! What you're saying..."

C137 gestured for Grandpa and Dark Morty to go to the side and do whatever they wanted, then asked Morty how much he knew about Remor's storyline.

Upon asking...

"How did you, someone who's not even a die-hard fan, manage to transmigrate into Morty...?"

"Does sincerity guarantee success?"

"Fuck!"

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this guy didn't know much, so C137 was too lazy to do any explanation and simply gave a brief overview of the last episode of season five.

When they learned that Dark Morty had actually won the election and become the president of Rui City, and had killed a large number of Ricks and Mortys, and then opened the door to the infinite universe by modifying the Phoenix Project to kill even more Ricks and Mortys, they were shocked to discover that Dark Morty had actually won the election and had killed even more Ricks and Mortys.

Morty realized that even though he had overestimated Dark Morty's abilities, he still hadn't managed to reach the opponent's limit.

At least when it comes to Game of Thrones, they are truly professional.

"so..."

"Of course I'm not going to follow the original script! I'm going to shut down the curve, then hunt down that Dark Little Mo and beat him like a dog!"

C137 clearly harbors resentment towards the dark Mordred character in the anime who deceived herself and successfully escaped the finite central curve.

That hatred was almost the same as the hatred he felt for Jerry.

Incidentally, although I didn't kill Jerry this time, Jerry still participated in Ruicheng's exploration plan for the dark matter world at his strong request.

Having already found a way to bypass the finite central curve, the Ruicheng Research Institute naturally wouldn't refuse the experimental samples sent by Grandpa.

And then... back to the main topic!

When this wall falls, countless of the most evil enemies in the universe will try to seize this entire new territory 'protected' by C137.

Therefore, the perfect exit plan is as follows...

Kill them all!

Kill all the invaders who are trying to take over the universe within the finite central curve, and at the same time find and kill that dark anime character, Mordred.

By the way, we still need to stick to the classic Remo style.

Just like what C137 just said.

Many things are just shit dressed up nicely, but some people like to eat it and won't allow others to criticize it.

Why insist on listening to harsh words when you can simply cover your ears?

"So what exactly is the purpose of this perfect farewell?"