Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

So what should we do before death comes?

Pretend to live each day seriously?

Or perhaps they're too lazy to think about it, and they're determined to finish today's wine today and never leave it for tomorrow?

In short, after adopting the identity of Rick, Sammy couldn't bear the negative emotions that gave rise to a sense of emptiness, a feeling of "I'm in so much pain, but I just can't die," where every day, every minute, every second was an endless torment.

"You Ricks make me feel like you're some kind of undead being encased in cement and thrown into the deep sea."

"That thick layer of cement completely seals off your sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch, and you can never escape this pain."

"And that pain made you forget time, forget the people you love, and forget how wonderful this world once was!"

"So why not just die?"

After she finished speaking at length, just when everyone thought Sang Mei had nothing more to say, her last sentence was like a stone thrown into water, stirring up a thousand waves.

"Sangmei? What are you doing?"

"Aren't you being a little too audacious today?"

"Come on! Sangmei, you're not usually like this!"

As one of them got more and more into the topic, the grandfather, who had been half-closing his eyes and looking at her, suddenly laughed. He shook his head and glanced at the other three people.

So, in your eyes, I'm a tyrant?

When Morty kicked me that time, I didn't break his leg. Now that Sammy has expressed even a little bit of her feelings for Rick and the others, you all think I would kill someone?

Stop kidding me!

He gestured for the other three to quiet down, then stood up, smiled, walked over to Sammy, gently patted her shoulder, and said, "Yes, it's painful, but this is Rick's fate. This is the curse of knowledge. You'll soon be like me."

"On this point, I have to remind you, Morty did an excellent job."

"If you don't want to eventually break through that barrier, I suggest you learn from him when you have time, because he also had the opportunity to break through that barrier, but he ultimately stopped in the face of that temptation."

After saying this, Grandpa walked toward the garage, but after a few steps, he remembered something and turned back to ask Morty how he had escaped.

After all, it took me some effort to deal with those future grandfathers and future versions of myself. How did you manage to escape?

"What? You and I? We went back and delivered the teleportation fluid to that 'you'??"

"You're only telling me this now because it's so important!!!"

"You're not even as good as Jerry! At least he knows about the grandfather paradox! You're such a pig-brain, you can't even remember the word 'grandfather'!!!"

"You omitted the part about how you escaped from the blood-producing planet of the Galactic Empire."

Do you know the cost behind this?

Time can be fast-forwarded or slowed down, but it can never simply disappear!

"Come on! Let's deliver the energy liquid first! Then we'll recover that lost time!"

Grandpa, who originally wanted to go back to the garage to check his liquor inventory, stood up and grabbed Morty, wanting to travel through time to complete the necessary preliminary tasks.

It was at this moment that the little girl finally spoke up, "Um...have you forgotten about me?"

Chapter 368 Why did I train her to be a warrior?

"To be honest, I don't want to become a father at such a young age, especially not out of the blue..."

After Morty and his grandfather ran off, cursing and swearing, to deliver the energy fluid for the teleportation gun to their 'past' selves, the two did not immediately set off to search for that lost time.

Instead, they decided to solve another major problem first.

That is, Morty and Nctorosa's child...

Is this the classic approach of secretly having a baby in a corner, planning to amaze everyone?

If it were any other man, and after a DNA test confirmed that the child was indeed his, he would most likely have accepted the child outright.

But Morty was different. He looked at the little girl sitting in the center of the sofa, having her silver hair gently stroked by Beth, and he felt an intense resistance to the scene before him.

The problem... naturally lies in two things!

First, the strong genetic inheritance of the Sanchez bloodline means that any Morty is someone who, deep down, believes in the idea that "I will only love you for the rest of my life, but if you die, no matter how many times I cheat on you, I will never remarry."

There is only one true love; all others are merely objects for exchanging bodily fluids.

But this Morty is a time traveler, and unlike any Rick or Morty, he doesn't have a woman in his heart for whom he would truly give everything.

So what if the child is mine?

I want this child?

Without saying a word, a child suddenly pops up and scares me. Am I supposed to give you an award?

Morty, who is absolutely uncompromising on this issue, cannot say that he completely disowns the child, but rather that his own life is still in a turbulent period!

Secondly, well... Morty couldn't think of a second reason either. Although he, like the rest of his family, found this little girl, who was precocious at lightning speed and less than a day old, very interesting, he just couldn't accept it!

"The child is already born and right in front of you, what can you do?" Grandpa glanced at someone who, when it came to children, had surpassed even the master in ability.

You don't learn any of my good habits, Rick Sanchez.

On the contrary, you've truly learned all these bad habits to the core, you're practically ready to carve words into every single one of your DNA.

Seriously...

"How to do?"

"You ask me what to do? I don't know! Figure it out yourself! I'll teach you to control your own thing!" After Grandpa finished speaking with a lot of resentment, his last sentence made his big fox tail on his back impossible to hide.

"This child seems quite bright. We can't let such a promising talent go to waste. Why don't we enroll her in a class?"

Morty: "..."

"Is this what you intended to do by bringing her back?" Morty, whose temples throbbed with a strange sense of relief, felt that his grandfather must have already planned out the future path for the child the moment he saw her.

Bring it back to meet me...

Maybe he just didn't want to suddenly have an 18-year-old daughter who looked like an adult, giving him a big fright when he was 14.

After all, who knows what kind of situation the child of the Great Old Ones and the higher primates will be?

Thinking of this, Morty looked at his grandfather with a smirk on his face, rolled his eyes and said, "Since you've already planned everything out, why did you bring me here? Just to remind me that I'm a father now?"

"That's really great! There are three men in this family, and they've all become fathers."

"Should I open a bottle of aged wine, or bury a jar of Shaoxing wine next to our garage?"

"Tch, by the time she gets married, your bottle of wine, along with the bottle itself, will probably have corroded into a viscous mess," Grandpa retorted without any politeness.

Then he opened a portal, allowing the 'father and daughter' to have it for a while, and then they should leave each other's lives alone.

Of course, if you suffer any injustice there, you can mention Morty's name; it might just work wonders!

For a little girl whose capacity for acceptance is no different from that of a sponge, from her birth to a different world, meeting her father who doesn't want to know her at all, and then being thrown into another world like trash to fend for herself.

Although she felt a little wronged, she didn't show it, as if she understood the rules of the world very well.

You must either defeat that powerful figure or submit to him.

Someone chose the latter.

"Okay, okay, give her a hug, and then give her a name!"

As the grandfather pushed Morty toward the little girl, he sighed inwardly, wondering if the little rascal would show any liking for his daughter.

This family doesn't mind having one more permanent resident.

Especially considering how smart she is, how high her emotional intelligence is, and how well-behaved she is.

But Morty just doesn't like it!

"Um... let's choose a name?" Morty, who was less than a meter away from her, could even see that the silver strands on her flawless forehead were arranged in the wrong direction.

This detail softened Morty's heart.

Even the details of the child's hair in its anthropomorphic form are incorrect, with one clump pointing forward and another backward.

She, who knows so little, is about to be sent to a strange world because of her own dislike for it.

Was I being too cold-blooded by doing this?

Morty, who was questioning whether his bottom line was getting lower and lower, noticed that the other person slowly extended her right hand, took his left hand, and tried to slowly pull him in front of her.

After crouching down to be parallel to her on the sofa, Morty's gaze was somewhat evasive, yet also very firm.

There's no need to feel guilty about it.

"My grandfather already told me that my birth was an extremely rare event, and that I've been able to maintain normal thinking is almost a miracle."

"Although I can't fully understand many things yet, the emotions you, as my biological father, displayed... made me realize I shouldn't be here..."

The other party's understanding made Morty feel somewhat better, but at the same time, he also felt that he was indeed a bastard. However, upon closer reflection, it seemed that there were no innocent people in his family.

Even someone like Jerry can do certain things without feeling any unease, especially when it comes to scheming against others.

Good and bad...

Here, only the bad always prevail.

"But if I get bullied, will you come to my aid?"

The delicate-looking little girl in front of him stared into her big, bright eyes and asked Morty for the only thing she could want in a calm tone that was almost pleading but also reluctant to cause trouble.

A sudden surge of anger welled up inside Morty. He grabbed the other man's left hand with both of his, and said with the utmost sincerity of his life, "Yes, if anyone bullies you, I'll cut off their hand for you. If anyone dares to hurt you, I'll torture them to death, one by one, everything they care about, until..."

"Hey! What are you saying? You think she's going to get beaten up on Planet Grant 4 like you?" Grandpa, who was getting increasingly confused, stepped in and interrupted Morty.

Because he never intended to raise such a smart little girl into some kind of violent loli wielding a horse-slaying sword.

Besides, we don't lack soldiers here!

What I desperately need are inventors! Inventors!

She's going to learn!

Dual-wielding Desert Eagles, a ten-meter-long sword, wearing a bikini armor, a violent loli with mystical resistances—none of that has anything to do with her future!

Chapter 369 is easier than the grandfather paradox.