Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Alright, you 'sweetheart dad' whose whole body is etched with the word 'cheap,' stop being so reluctant to part with me now!"

"I didn't want to talk to Quinn at all just now, but after making eye contact with him and saying that I was being bullied and asked if he would help, I suddenly became a butcher father who would slaughter a planet for his precious daughter and use human heads as chamber pots?"

"That's fucking despicable!"

The little girl, whom Morty 'arbitrarily' named Quinn, was sent through a portal to the best interstellar academy in the D983 universe. At someone's insistence, a large sum of money was spent to hire an entire army of three hundred alien crocodile mercenaries.

Grandpa, who originally only wanted to pay for tuition but ended up becoming a long-term VIP diamond annual card customer of a certain interstellar mercenary group, started mocking Morty as soon as he got home.

Faced with his grandfather's verbal attack, Morty, who was no longer the same as before, seized on a point and directly silenced him.

"Alright, alright, stop babbling. Your story proves to the world that by giving a man a woman he truly loves, a lovely child, and then destroying that family, by erasing his wife and child in front of him, you can create a demon in this world driven entirely by revenge."

"The first time I met her..."

"Even though I can't quite accept her, just like I'd stand by you if someone tried to hurt you, I'd still protect her and kill whoever hurts her."

Hearing Morty's rather masculine words, Beth, who had just tidied up the living room, nodded with satisfaction, then her expression froze.

Because Grandpa suddenly said something at that moment.

"What if one day I'm the one who hurts her?"

“You…” Morty’s eyes narrowed slightly. Although he hadn’t always been deliberately imitating his grandfather, his body language was almost identical to his grandfather’s.

Squinting your eyes signifies vigilance and scrutiny.

After realizing that her grandfather wasn't just playing a silly joke on her.

Facing his grandfather, who was a head taller than him, Morty, whose imposing manner was in no way inferior, said coldly, "I don't care how deep your plans are for the future, but Quinn absolutely cannot be involved in your plans!"

"Did you understand?"

"If you dare harm an innocent person who hasn't yet established any connection with this world, I'll kill Diane!!!"

When Morty finally roared out the name 'Diane,' Beth, who had heard the whole thing, gasped and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Diane? She...she's still alive?

However, at this moment, neither of the two main characters paid any attention to Beth, who was covering her mouth with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes at any moment.

The grandfather, threatened by Morty, narrowed his eyes slightly, which was undoubtedly a signal to Morty that he was not going to skip this matter.

"So what do you want?" Morty, on high alert, took a step back without making a sound, his eyes revealing murderous intent, ready to strike at any moment.

Just when it seemed highly likely that the two sides would come to blows and rip out each other's brains and smash them on the ground, Grandpa, who had been looking very serious, suddenly grinned.

"Pfft, hahaha! Look at how serious you are! Now you finally have something to worry about. Be more careful when you cause trouble in the future, don't risk your life and leave your daughter to be bullied in this world."

"Ha... This isn't funny at all, and what you said is quite suggestive... I finally have something to care about now... You mean I finally have something to care about, right? So you can control me better from now on?"

Grandpa didn't respond to Morty's mutterings. He took out the teleportation gun, opened a portal, and gestured for Morty to hurry up and catch up with him.

Morty didn't follow immediately. He stood there for half a minute, thinking it over, before finally walking towards the portal.

As he left, he didn't forget to tell Beth, "That Grandma Diane isn't your mom, she's someone else... Uh! Never mind! I'm off!"

Passing through the portal, Morty found himself back on the vast grasslands of that blood-producing planet.

Beside the spaceship they had been piloting in the distance, there were many corpses of Flymen. Judging from the wounds, they were still quite fresh. Then I noticed the energy pistol that Grandpa had just put away.

Clearly, someone has already killed quite a few flies here.

"Alright, let's get down to business now, otherwise the time paradox will really become a time paradox. We still have a chance to fix it."

Getting back to business, Morty put aside his distractions and began to listen to his grandfather's explanation before he started.

This explanation is naturally the grandfather paradox.

First, the fundamental rules of the time paradox, or grandfather paradox...

If Morty traveled back in time and killed his mother's father, who was also his grandfather, would Morty still be able to be born?

If Morty had successfully killed his grandfather, then Morty shouldn't have been born in the first place. But he was born anyway, and then went back to kill his grandfather.

So, following the order of the first rule, if Grandpa dies, then there's no Beth, and without Beth, there's no Morty.

But if you want Grandpa to die, you need Morty...

This has led to a topic that has always left both sides with conflicting opinions.

"Um...so...how do we solve this?" Morty, who was completely bewildered by the complicated relationship between grandfather and grandson, said, "Why bother explaining this to me?"

You might as well tell me how to solve the problem.

Grandpa glared at Morty with a look of exasperation, then pulled out a metal remote control. Feeling a bit weary, he sighed, thinking that sometimes he really was like Doraemon.

"Sigh! Never mind! It's not a big deal. Ours is a bit easier than the grandfather paradox. Neither the present you nor the past you died; it's just missing the story of how you escaped from this place."

"Simply put, you escaped from here by having your future self deliver the energy fluid. But if you hadn't escaped from here first, how could your future self have given you the energy fluid?"

"Therefore, we can solve this problem by inserting an experience into your time before it triggers a time paradox crisis."

"So... what exactly are you holding in your hand?" Morty asked, somewhat curiously.

Grandpa got quite proud when this was mentioned. This thing... it's a fake too! Yeah! Old Rick will never admit defeat when it comes to copying!

But this time saver, created by Rick who is dedicated to studying time, can effectively solve the problem of lost time.

If only you... could really escape just once!

"Huh? Can't we just drop a bomb and solve the problem? You want me to actually escape from here and fill in the timeline???"

"Who taught you this? When you encounter a problem you can't solve, you just explode???"

Chapter 370: Finally, they were fooled.

Although Grandpa described the problem very simply, filling in that timeline wasn't something that could be solved by just grabbing a small remote control.

First of all, time is something that cannot be touched or seen at all, and it is even different on different planets!

Some planets are so large that one rotation takes 200 hours, so a day on such a planet would have 200 hours.

So what if aliens from another planet, who only have 24 hours a day, came here?

Which of the two sets of time represents the actual time?

Generally, the timeline of the planet on which you are on should be followed, but if a higher-level timeline is involved...

We must completely materialize time from an untouchable pseudo-concept and drag it into the real world!

Therefore, we must use... a reality device!

"Jesus! My SSSS-grade divine artifact! How did it end up in your hands???"

When Morty saw his grandfather pull out the artifact he had set his sights on in the Cthulhu world in an unbelievable way.

He was completely numb.

So it turns out that the one between us who likes scavenging the most isn't me, but you, Old Six...

So someone had some other ideas.

For example, since I don't usually need this, how about you lend it to me after you've used it this time? I promise I'll only use it "occasionally".

"Alright, it was created to deal with the Great Old Ones, so whether it can survive after being used against a larger target is still unknown. You should refrain from trying to use it for now."

After gesturing for Morty to move away, Grandpa ran to the spaceship parked on the grass, used a laser cutter to cut a hole in the hull, and then disassembled the numerous assembled electronic components.

After a chaotic mess of connecting black, red, yellow, and white wires, the power supply for the reality device was not only secured, but it also successfully connected to a satellite in orbit around the planet via the spaceship's signal receiver.

"Alright, before I risk pressing the button, do you have any last words?"

"..."

Even though he knew Grandpa was joking, Morty's heart couldn't help but race because of the Reality Device's function...

It involves using the collision of atoms to create an atomic storm in a certain area, disrupting the stable order of the spiritual and physical realms.

The chaos created by this most basic element has absolutely nothing to do with time...

Because time is something that intelligent beings invented themselves.

So...Grandpa really wants to go big this time!

Then I only have one question!

"Did you do a simulation beforehand?!"

"No!" Grandpa grinned, and amidst Morty's horrified expression, he raised his right hand and, like a despicable old lecher, slammed it hard on the red button with an extremely dashing gesture.

He then added, "Morty! A person has countless possible futures! Simulators have their limits; they can't calculate what might happen if the timeline is filled in!!!"

The voice just fell.

This SSSS-class artifact, originating from the Cthulhu universe and never having been truly used in combat, finally experienced its first real operation after its creator's civilization was destroyed. As an orphan of a civilization, it had been waiting underground for many years before finally being put into operation for the first time.

In Morty's eyes, this machine was about the size of a glove box, with a data cable at the bottom connected to the data cable of the spaceship.

After Grandpa started it.

It started with small tremors, then began to tremble violently, as if it were a cage containing a wild beast that was always trying to break free.

For the first time in his life, Morty, who was a little worried about his grandfather, leaned close to him and whispered, "You really haven't simulated it???"

Grandpa, equally startled by the situation, gently placed his left hand on Morty's tender shoulder, then, in an almost unscrupulous move, took a large step back, pushing Morty towards him...

Only then did Grandpa weakly say, "Do you think I had time to simulate something when I was with you the whole time?"

"So... this was purely a gamble... fine! I... you want to use me as a gamble... FUC... whatever! Anyway, I can't escape responsibility for this whole thing... in that case... you old swindler won't get away with it either!"

Morty suddenly turned around and, with boundless enthusiasm, hugged his grandfather tightly. Laughing wildly, he resembled a ruthless bandit: "If anything goes wrong, if there's an explosion, we'll both die!!!"

"Jesus! Let go!! Let go now!! I was just kidding! Nothing will happen! If you don't let go, we'll both be sucked in!!!"

Seeing that the reality device was almost shaking to the point of falling apart, Grandpa, whose face turned pale in an instant, tried to push Morty away, not wanting the little rascal to take him there.

Unfortunately, Morty has recently honed his skill of "drag others down" to a whole new level, and he's determined to drag his grandfather down with him, even if it means his own death.

It can't be that every time, you're the one acting like a big shot behind the scenes while I'm the only one suffering losses, right?

This time, let's share the loss!

"Let go!!! Fuck!!! Okay! I admit I didn't even bring the reality device over! This thing is a time-traveling device!!!"

"That remote control is a replica of the Shadow Group's black pyramid. It uses two different methods—time reversal and time travel—to collide two different periods of time. Now, it's up to your mystical luck to leave the rest to fate!"