Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

No matter how far back they traced, the dust on a certain sofa clearly showed signs of someone sitting there, but among herself, Rick, and Morty scattered on the floor, Sangmei couldn't find the person who had once sat there.

Conversely, when the house was destroyed, the scattered wood and dust on the ground left a shoe print leading to the second-floor bedroom.

This detail...

[Did the person who wasn't unconscious here go to the second floor?]

What's on the second floor?

Aren't the truly valuable things in the house all in Grandpa's garage and basement?

Would someone specifically come to steal Jerry's commemorative coin?

Chapter 358 Parkinson's Law

"Alas! In this situation! You! Me! And another soul! Rui shall sing a song! A song praising the capriciousness of fate, that brought the three of us together here!"

"Motty, do you think Ray is right?"

"Morty, Morty, little Morty~ please pay attention to Rui~"

On the spaceship, which had already entered its fifth faster-than-light journey, Morty, who had completely given up, was playing cards with Tzeentch and Ricky while enduring their incessant chatter. He listened to every word of their nonsense, letting it fill his brain and preventing himself from overthinking and creating more future timelines.

If it were me in the past, if I encountered something that was so damaging to the image of the Ricks, I wouldn't have been able to resist helping them clean up their mess.

Now... just say what you want, brother! As long as I stop thinking about the problem, everything will be fine!

After all, after landing from the previous four faster-than-light flights, seven or eight hundred versions of himself from the future and his future grandfather jumped out to kill him. Morty finally understood the current situation.

There's something I might do next that will make my future self and my grandfather want to kill my present self whenever they recall this period of time.

It's like when you remember being betrothed to a future A-list actress in kindergarten, and her family actually comes to your door wanting to get married when you turn eighteen, but you insist on saying, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, whether housing prices rise or not is up to me."

Then... the following year, she was filled with regret! She rose to the top overnight!

Even more tragically, she later married someone else and remained unfaithful for the next few decades!

Who wouldn't want to go back in time, pin that mentally challenged version of themselves to the ground, and give them a good beating?

So... I'm giving up! I'll play cards! I'll go chat with Rick the Foil Perm! I'm not doing anything! Is that alright?

So Morty forced himself into a relaxed state and randomly entered coordinates, so that the spaceship would immediately take him to a random place again after each faster-than-light flight.

Let's just wait it out!

Leave all the problems to Grandpa to handle!

Grandpa: "I'm so damn grateful to you! I raised you for so long, only to let you be a hands-off boss?"

Morty, who was unaware of his grandfather's situation, finished his eighth random faster-than-light flight and ended the new round of the game with a royal flush. As he walked towards the control panel to prepare for the next round of flight, the black stargate that appeared in front of him left him somewhat bewildered.

Having been personally mentored by his grandfather for over half a year, Morty already possesses a fairly extensive knowledge base in the field of interstellar knowledge.

Of course, the main reason is that he's too lazy to remember too much...

However, he recognized the stargate in front of him.

Because not everyone can travel between galaxies like Rick, using portals to solve problems the entire time, since using such things comes at a high cost.

Even a powerful and wealthy nation like the Galactic Empire only used a technology similar to Rick's, but a Flyman version of portal technology, at its Multidimensional Customs Center.

Therefore, within a universe, spaceships remain the means of transporting goods and people, and stargates are the 'core components' connecting one galaxy to another.

After all, the universe is so vast that there are countless times more empty spaces than places with planets.

Using stargates to determine a safe 'route' helps reduce transportation costs and minimizes the risk of unnecessary shipwrecks and loss of life.

But this black stargate in front of him looked... completely different from the other stargates he had seen in the A-001 universe.

First of all, there are hardly any ships queuing up to pass through the stargate.

Secondly, in a properly functioning stargate, between two randomly shaped and enormous objects, there must be a massive amount of energy.

But the star gate in front of us was like an old man on his deathbed.

Between the two fan-shaped objects, only a faint, clustered, pale blue lightning bolt crackled, proving to the world that it was still alive.

“Where is this place? It looks like the beginning of an adventure story!” Rick with the foil perm stood up. He saw the mysterious stargate, the thing called Rick’s Soul, which was now burning fiercely.

That's a thirst for adventure! That's a craving for thrills! That's Morty's big slap...

Snapped!

"What are you thinking! I can't afford to get involved with anything that could affect the future timeline right now. Why would I want to be so reckless as to delve into something so mysterious?"

Morty immediately chose to avoid the risks of the Stargate, which seemed to conceal some great secret. He didn't want his future self to cause trouble when he wanted to destroy it.

Perhaps! Maybe! Possibly! Behind that stargate lies the reason why you want to kill yourself in the future?

"Relax, relax, don't be so nervous."

Seeing Morty slap Rick across the face, Tzeentch stepped in to smooth things over, pulling him aside and saying, "Look! Based on the butterfly effect, Murphy's Law, and Parkinson's Law, if you go in, the outcome might be worse than if you don't. Do you believe it?"

"I know the first two, but what the heck is Parkinson's Law?" Morty said, indicating that he didn't know much about the last law.

"This is a management term. Grandpa told you about it before, but you forgot it as soon as you turned around. I've seen this memory fragment before."

Hearing that his grandfather had told him this before, but he had forgotten it, Morty coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and then told Tzeentch not to use this opportunity to diss him, but to just explain it to him quickly.

"You see, any manager whose abilities don't match their position always has three paths to choose from."

"The first rule is to get out yourself; the second is to make capable people your henchmen; the third is to hire two people less capable than yourself as assistants."

"The first path is generally the one no one would want to choose."

"The second option is to have a capable person by your side. But after a while, won't that person try to bring you down?"

"Therefore, 99% of people will choose the third option, which is to keep their own position and hire two people who are less capable than themselves as assistants."

"This is also why some tasks that could be done by 10 people are instead done by 1000 people."

Upon hearing this, Morty immediately grasped the meaning behind Tzeentch's words from both his own and Tzeentch's perspective.

Since the future holds infinite possibilities, some of the choices have already made my future self wish he could jump out and kill him.

That means he's always making a second choice.

If he wants to play it safe, he has to make a third choice, which means choosing two paths that are even worse than his current situation. Or, simply giving up isn't enough; what if something unexpected happens to him?

So the key is to make things boring without letting your future self travel through time to beat you up.

Chapter 359 She is not a chaotic thing

"I think most people, if they had the ability to travel through time, would go back a few years, a dozen years, or even decades to change their lives."

"But they don't know... if their future selves possess the ability to travel through time, it means you will become their slave."

"My 30-year-old self would hold a knife to my 18-year-old self and force me to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam."

"My 40-year-old self would rather run over and kill my 20-year-old self in the wedding car than let him marry that woman."

"I'm 60 years old... but I'm still 20!"

"Who did I offend at twenty???"

"Just like what the hell I was thinking, actually listening to your Treacherous version of Parkinson's Law and crawling into this stargate!"

Standing on a vast grassland where the grass had grown to waist height.

Morty gazed at a Fly Man camp beside a distant lake.

Just now, he piloted the spaceship into the stargate, and with that meager energy, the three of them arrived at a... definitely a breeding planet of the Fly People in the Galactic Empire's bloodline.

In other words, it is the cornerstone that enables the Galactic Empire to maintain its rule and conquest over countless universes.

"Relax, relax. Look how far you've strayed from the truth about Sangmei. Now that we're here, there's no future you and Grandpa chasing after you. Isn't that great?"

Tzeentch's words made Morty feel a little better, but no matter how much of a scoundrel he is, he still has some bottom line.

From trying to save Sangmei, to escaping from Sangmei, to being glad that after getting away from Sangmei, he would never be hunted down by his future self again.

Go to hell!

If you weren't planning to save her, why go through all that trouble?

No, I have to go save her!

The moment Morty had this thought in his mind, he saw a portal slowly opening beside him. This fierce young man, who had just dared to slap Rick with tinfoil, immediately screamed and hid behind Tzeentch.

"Jesus! How could a portal open to a blood-producing planet?! I'm not saving them anymore! I'm not saving them anymore! I'm giving up! I'm quitting!!!"

Upon hearing this, the foot that had just been thrust into the portal, along with the portal itself, vanished in front of Morty at the speed of light.

"Holy crap! So that's how it is!"

At this point, Morty finally began to realize what was really going on behind that so-called infinite future timeline.

It seems that as long as I go to save Sangmei...

What if your future self gets so angry that it travels through time to kill you?

In that case...

What else is there to say?

Let's live a peaceful life!

Morty turned around and glanced at the spaceship that had been sent directly to the Earth's surface by the stargate. Morty suggested that since we were going to slack off now, we might as well go and see what was on the spaceship.

Next, let's go camping in the open air, just like those fly-men on the distant lake!

"Are you sure such a spaceship, as tall as a small mountain, won't attract their attention? What if..."

Morty interrupted Tzeentch, pointing one finger to his own face and the other to Rick's permed face, saying, "Look at me, then look at him. Our faces together are a passport to the entire universe. Even if they find us..."

"They wouldn't have attacked us so casually if they hadn't figured out how we got in."

"So it's not a big problem!"

"First, get a comfortable chair, then some wine and meat, and play a few upbeat songs to create a good atmosphere!"

Seeing that someone was really planning to just lie down and give up, Tzeentch opened his mouth, but decided to let him be. Anyway, there didn't seem to be any better solution to this situation.

Eat and drink as you please...