Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"So your task is to go back to the moment when 'your past self' just left this universe and help him escape from this planet, and that will be enough to restore the timeline!"

"Quickly! Let go! I don't want to get involved!"

Hearing that his grandfather had finally told him the truth, Morty felt reassured and decisively chose to let go. It wasn't that he didn't want to mess with his grandfather.

But just hearing about this sophisticated concept of time travel and time reversal was already confusing him. What if he also brought back a grandfather who couldn't possibly have existed back then...?

"Jesus! I think I understand now why you and I in the future are hunting us down!!!"

"Is it because of this???"

At that moment, Grandpa, who had dodged more than ten meters away at lightning speed, froze. Realizing what had happened, he slapped his forehead hard with his right hand.

If Morty hadn't let go and had taken himself into the time travel, it would have inevitably caused even bigger timeline problems.

This... is probably the real reason why they were hunted down by their future selves!

"What kind of stupid things have they done..."

"Blame me? It's not your fault... Jesus!!"

As the machine's vibrations subsided, Grandpa, watching Morty disappear before his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief and then plopped down on the ground.

We finally managed to get him involved...

I hope he won't try to kill himself when he gets back...

Chapter 371 Find a way to get him to have a wedding

"Ha! I'm back alive!!!"

"Rick Sanchez! You old scoundrel! Prepare to die!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

Three hours later, Morty, with bloodshot eyes and covered in wounds, was clearly in the middle of a fierce battle.

As soon as he appeared next to the time-traveling device, he used his murderous eyes to search for his grandfather's presence.

The cunning old man, who had anticipated this all along, left only a note on the machine, along with a teleportation gun belonging to Morty, whose coordinates had been locked and could only be used to send him once.

The note contained the final conclusion that Grandpa had drawn after carefully analyzing the problem following Morty's departure.

"Morty, by the time you see this note, I'll already be gone. As for why I'm leaving, well, it's because you're going back to rewrite that timeline."

"Considering that you fought your way out of the blood-producing planet, you must think I'm setting you up, but that's not actually the case. I wasn't with you on that timeline. If I were to join in, the time paradox would be amplified even further. It's impossible for two versions of me to exist simultaneously in the same time period for an extended period of time."

"So I'm leaving early, leaving the teleportation gun here. You can go to that world and relax."

"By the way, when you return to the present, the events you created in the past will merge with this present timeline, so you might have to... run away immediately!!!"

Upon seeing the note at the end, where Grandpa reminded him to run away, Morty didn't hesitate and promptly picked up the teleportation gun, ready to open the portal.

In other matters, Grandpa might be like a mille-feuille pastry chef, using endless strategies to torment people, but when it comes to running away, he never jokes.

'Running away, I'm serious—by: P850 Rick Sanchez'

Just as Morty opened the portal and was about to step into the other side, the space around him began to vibrate. From a blade of grass on the ground to the herbivores leisurely grazing in the distance, and even the clouds in the sky, everything vibrated at the atomic level.

Then, an energy that no human or deity could withstand on their own began to emanate from the time-space shuttle and spread outwards in all directions.

Any act of traveling back in time and rewriting history will inevitably cause a time tremor. This is something that Grandpa always emphasizes when talking about time travel.

Therefore, he rarely travels through time and space; he usually prefers to go back in time.

Morty had never seen anything like time oscillation before, and even thought it was his grandfather's cautiousness at work. After all, when someone encounters a 5-point danger, they often have to deal with it as if it were a 9-point danger.

Now, seeing this scene before him, Morty finally realized that this cunning old man hadn't exaggerated anything in this matter.

It's a 100% realistic description!!!

When the past, through Morty's time travel, arrives in the present and attempts to cover up a series of events, an unprecedented upheaval begins.

All atoms, spanning tens of meters, kilometers, thousands of kilometers, light-years, and hundreds of billions of light-years, began to vibrate violently.

Morty, who wanted to step into the portal, looked at the portal so close at hand and silently withdrew his foot. He didn't want to go through the portal when everything was shaking.

Who knows whether, after landing, I'll end up as an urn of ashes or a dying person with all my organs out of place.

So Morty stood still and began to vibrate along with the entire universe.

As the frequency of the oscillations increased, everything he could see became so fast that it formed afterimages. The sun high in the sky, the lively creatures in the distance, and even an ant were all about to lose their stable form due to the oscillations in their atomic structures.

"jjjess...I...I...I'm just saying...saying..."

Finally, the tremor ended when each word uttered reverberated three times to the left and right.

Once everything had settled, piles of corpses slowly appeared on the vast grasslands surrounding Moti. The burning grasslands were filled with black smoke, and the stench permeated for at least a dozen kilometers.

Morty was not unfamiliar with the scene before him; it was the result of his journey back in time, taking over from his previous self, and fighting his way out of the Blood Creation Universe.

This was also the most satisfying killing he had ever done since he acquired the power of the Lord of Mind. It is conservatively estimated that the Galactic Empire lost at least tens of thousands of troops in this battle.

And what caused all of this was just an accident.

Morty, who has grown increasingly awestruck by the butterfly effect, now feels a chill run down his spine at the thought of these effects and laws.

Who would have thought that Jerry's casual slamming of a door would close the door to the lives of hundreds of thousands of fly people, and also make him realize that he had a daughter?

Is this the true power of Jerry, the Loser Emperor...?

Having witnessed the mischievous abilities of Jerry from other universes, Morty has secretly decided whether or not to send Jerry back to daycare.

With his own mystical ability to cause trouble, plus Jerry's mystical ability to do bad things, he can now easily create a time paradox.

If this continues unchecked, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause?

Seeing the ground littered with corpses, Morty, not daring to linger, looked at the still-existing portal and decisively ran towards it.

And in less than a minute after Morty left.

A large number of Galactic Empire warships surrounded the entire planet, and a large number of imperial elites entered the planet to collect and record all the information they could.

The information was eventually compiled into a report of less than thirty pages and sent to the President of the Galactic Empire, a president who ruled over billions of universes, whose power almost touched the gods, and who could mobilize 300,000 full-strength fleets with a single order.

I practically gritted my teeth as I read the report.

After reading the last blood-stained word, the president smashed the holographic projection in front of him to pieces with his fist.

"Fuck! Rick! They dare to do this in our Bloodmaking Universe? This is an act of war!! They want war? Then we'll give Ricks war!!!"

"Let's start with C137! I'm going to gather the best manpower! We'll kill this most arrogant and despicable bastard first, and let his death terrify all Ricks! Then we'll kill the rest of the Ricks one by one!!!"

With the president's order, this war machine, which had been focused on external expansion for many years, finally committed a small portion of its strength to the Reik War.

The files of countless fierce generals, assassins, and butchers who had fought in the endless universe were presented to the temporary commander-in-chief of the operation.

However, what caught his attention most among all these resumes was... a spy had infiltrated C137's core circle of friends.

"Birdman, huh..."

"Find a way to get him to have a wedding, a wedding where everyone is invited!"

Chapter 372 Blind Date?

"This is what you call a place to relax?"

"You're really something..."

"Now you've abandoned the sex appeal and switched to a pure love story, that's really something, Grandpa..."

Morty, who had just arrived in a modern metropolis through a portal, was standing in front of the glass door of an orange cat cafe, holding a cell phone he had just used to make a call.

This young man, who should have been full of youthful vigor, now bore the weariness of someone who had experienced countless hardships, his slightly narrowed eyes filled with a deep apprehension about the injustices of the world...

"Hey! If you're not coming in, could you please stop blocking the doorway?"

Hearing the slightly irritated voice behind him, Morty turned around and saw a blonde girl in a red and white Lolita dress glaring at him with her beautiful eyes.

The problem is that the entrance to this orange cat-themed cafe is a spacious doorway that allows two people to enter and exit at the same time.

If you want to come in, just walk past me!

Why do you insist on passing through my area when the road is so wide?

Having just slaughtered tens of thousands of people and incidentally created a time-overlapping Morty, he didn't want to get into a fight over this, so he decisively moved to the left to make way.

"Eh..."

When the blonde girl saw that Morty hadn't left but had instead moved to the side, her heart tightened, because Morty was the owner of the coffee shop.

I had just parked my car nearby when I arrived at the entrance of my shop and saw a young man who, despite not being very old, had a face full of vicissitudes and eyes that seemed to hold the feeling of being betrayed by his closest relatives. He was standing there with bloodshot eyes.

For a businessperson, this is often a sign that something bad is about to happen.

Judging from the boy's thin appearance and the fact that he was not carrying any weapons, he must have just happened to be in his shop and discovered something!

So she decided to go inside first, to the back of the cashier, and try to see what was going on in the store in an inconspicuous manner.

But... it seems that besides some young ladies and one or two couples, there's... wait! Couples?

The blonde girl narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting back and forth between Morty and the couples. Although she knew that kids these days were precocious, this was just too precocious!

That guy is only the same height as me!

Just then, Morty walked in. He didn't even glance at the cashier, but went straight inside.

The blonde girl panicked. She had just started to figure out the details when this person walked in. He didn't even bother to order at the cashier; he just walked straight inside!

Think about the café that I started with 200,000 yuan in debt, the cute little orange cats in the shop, and the blonde girl who is almost the same height as Morty, exuding an aura of 1.92 meters.

He raised his right hand high, his mind filled with images of ruthless characters from movies and TV shows, such as The Godfather, Tom Hardy, and Mads Mikkelsen.

He tried to intimidate Morty by slamming his hand on the table, then proceeded with a reasoned and righteous argument...

Snapped! !

"Stop... Ouch!!!"

The blonde girl, who had forgotten that her cash register was made of marble instead of wood, slapped it down with her delicate white hand. The pain from her hand made her face contort in agony.

For Morty, this was tantamount to triggering his "anti-grandpa radar."

[Damn it! You promised to relax, but you start with this?!]