Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Let's go, there shouldn't be any danger anymore."

After carefully checking for any potential dangers, Grandpa eliminated the sixth source of danger, said something to Morty, and then remained motionless.

Seeing that his grandfather didn't move, Morty didn't dare to move either.

Why aren't you leaving?

"How can I dare to leave if you don't leave?"

"If you don't dare to leave, do you think I would dare to leave?"

"If you don't dare to leave, why would I dare to leave?"

So, are you coming or not?

"You go first!"

"You go first!"

Chapter 382 Mr. Smith

The grandfather and grandson hesitated for a long time in front of the portal, but finally decided to hold hands and die together as they were transported through the portal.

From the collapsed 2,000-meter-tall building, you can return to your peaceful and tranquil C167 cosmic home in an instant.

Morty habitually ran to the weapon station to grab his weapon, preparing to use his grandfather's exclusive weapon—the Antimatter Annihilation Cannon—to give that gambling god Jerry a shot.

But Grandpa went upstairs and dragged Jerry, who was playing with commemorative coins, downstairs.

"Alright, let's go."

"Um...why bring him along?"

Seeing that Grandpa had brought nothing but Jerry, both Morty and Jerry looked at him with utter bewilderment.

You said you came back to grab weapons, and this is the one thing you were going to grab?

Jerry, even more confused, said that he must have done something wrong again. He added that if the two of them were angry, they could do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't hit each other in the face or send Jerry to the daycare center.

"Listen up! In another universe, there's a Jerry who's a bit tricky. I need you to act as a probability shield to deal with him. Any questions?"

"Um... another Jerry? They want me to be a probability shield? What does that mean?"

Grandpa didn't intend to explain too much, knowing that if he did, Jerry would definitely whine like a slug again. So Grandpa opened the portal and planned to take Jerry there.

Just then, Somme and Beth, who were bored at home, came into the garage to express their interest in the big adventure over there.

so...

"Let's go! Let's all go! We need the whole family to take him down!"

Grandpa, his gaze fixed on Beth, devised a Plan B and decided to bring the whole family along.

The five people, who hadn't traveled together in a long time, entered a futuristic world through a portal. As soon as they stepped out of the portal, they saw the kilometer-tall skyscraper that had collapsed and caught fire.

At a height of two thousand meters, it is already considered a 'high-rise' building in this city. A collapse and fire at this height would naturally affect other buildings around it.

So when Morty returned, he saw at least thirty or forty bright red firefighting airships, their round bellies spraying out icy-colored mist from below.

The fire is being extinguished, but the dead cannot be brought back to life.

"Did you two do this?" Beth's words made Grandpa and Morty roll their eyes.

Although we two have a bit of a bad reputation in the multiverse, what does this matter have to do with us at all?

Even when we were about to leave, it was still that gambling god Jerry who insisted on keeping us there.

So after Morty briefly explained what had happened, the three men had different expressions, but all of them showed surprise and confusion.

"That's so cool! He actually managed to capture probability! But... how exactly does one capture probability? Isn't this still just a complex scheme?"

"Why does such a powerful Jerry exist?"

"Jesus! Why are all the versions of me in other universes so strong, while I'm the only one getting beaten up?"

The three of them opened their mouths at the same time, and the scene immediately became noisy and chaotic, attracting the attention of passersby.

The moment they saw Jerry, someone rushed up and addressed him with great respect as 'Mr. Smith,' then tried very carefully and expectantly to shake his hand.

"Uh... what's going on?"

Jerry shook hands with the other person with a puzzled look, which marked the beginning of a large handshake event.

Seeing the first person succeed, the others were inspired, and everyone felt honored to shake hands and take a photo with Jerry.

Sangmei, pushed aside by the crowd, exclaimed incredulously, "How is this possible! Why is he so popular and beloved in this world? This is completely unscientific!"

Hearing this, someone nearby glared at Sang Mei and said angrily, "You don't even know the respected Mr. Smith? All the poor people in this city have benefited from his kindness. Since you stand on this land and are not like those heavenly beings, how can you not know Mr. Smith?"

"Um... Mr. Smith, sir?"

Upon seeing that Sang Mei genuinely didn't recognize Mr. Jerry Smith, the guy immediately transformed into a fanatical follower and punched Sang Mei.

Morty saw it and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Fortunately, Sangmei is not the same as before. She borrowed the martial arts skills of a master surnamed Ye. While blocking with her side, she punched her opponent in the abdomen with moderate force with her right hand.

Immediately afterwards, within seconds, he threw more than a dozen punches, each one landing on the face, turning a perfectly healthy person into a pig's head on the spot.

Morty: "This is... just how many people's abilities can she borrow...?"

Beth: "Holy crap! This is my daughter?"

Grandpa: "..."

After taking down the other person, Sangmei thought the matter was over. But when she looked up and saw the unfriendly expressions on the faces of the people around her, she knew that this storm might have only just begun...

To beat us up in front of our idol?!

Go! Kill her!

The people rushing in from all directions made Sangmei, who had just experienced the thrill of crushing others, understand what it meant that even if an individual's strength was not strong enough, a human wave tactic could still kill you.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Morty intervened and used his telekinesis to forcefully push the crowd apart, thus preventing Sammy from dying under the feet of a group of people.

"Let's go!"

Grandpa, who wasn't indiscriminately killing innocent people, urged the group to leave the scene quickly. As for Jerry... if he wanted to leave, none of his fervent admirers would stop him. Instead, they all thought that Jerry wanted to chase after the person who had publicly humiliated him.

The five people ran all the way to a small alley.

Jerry, who was in the worst physical condition, didn't care whether the ground was clean or not. He plopped down on the ground, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and let the cold wind blowing through the alley blow on him, constantly savoring the delicious taste from the moment just now.

It was something he had never experienced before.

That passion! That fervor! That heartfelt worship! It made him feel that only in that moment, while he existed in this world, was someone treating him as a human being, not a tool!

"You really like this feeling, don't you?"

Grandpa walked up to Jerry, casually ripped the flyer that had been sprayed with paint off Jerry's head, and threw it into his hand.

"This is someone else's crown, what does it have to do with you, a loser?"

"Ok?"

When Jerry's gaze fell on the flyer, and he saw the figure standing atop the mountain, along with the powerful and inflammatory slogan, he fell silent.

Chapter 383 I Want to Give a Public Speech

Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, children, when we are oppressed by a small group of people in this world, you can choose to stand idly by, you can choose to hurl insults, or you can even choose to aid and abet the evildoers!

But one day!

This great victory, filled with sacrifice and supreme glory, belongs to you, me, and everyone else!

Looking at the words written on the flyer and silently reciting Morty's name in his mind, he suddenly felt that the gambling god Jerry wasn't so bad after all.

No matter how badly people treat Rick and Morty.

Just for that speech about sacrificing for a great cause and for the future of millions, he completely outshines all of Rick's words.

"Jesus! He's actually a man with lofty ideals and great drive!" Beth exclaimed when she saw the image of Jerry, the God of Gamblers, on the flyer... No! She should call him Mr. Smith!

Then I looked at my own loser.

No matter how Beth looked at it, she couldn't find a single thing to praise about this guy.

He's such a loser, the absolute worst loser. Compared to a man as upright and honorable as him, he's just too much of a loser.

A thousand thoughts, "How could such a loser be my husband?" flashed through Beth's mind at that moment.

The grandfather, who was not very trusting of the flyer, connected to the local network on his phone and asked AI to search for Mr. Smith's historical stories for him.

With the help and organization of AI, a crystal-clear history of Mr. Smith was fully presented to Grandpa.

He glanced at it briefly, and the more he looked, the less he wanted to see. He put down his phone, let out a long sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He finally understood what kind of Jerry this was.

He did not marry Beth. He had excellent grades since childhood, had excellent self-control, spoke elegantly, behaved generously, and was the ideal candidate for almost every large family.

With his exceptional abilities, he entered the best university on the planet, and during his university years, he started dating a girl from the upper class. Then, of course, came the cliché story of breaking them up.

After being forced to break up, he was targeted by the woman's family. He lost his internship, and his parents also lost their jobs. Then, a few months later, in the winter, two of them passed away.

Mr. Smith, who survived, went through something that winter, and in any case, he underwent a complete transformation during that heavy snowfall.

From that day on, he walked the streets and alleys, becoming friends with everyone he could meet.

Ultimately, driven by a great mission and to accumulate strength, he began to start businesses, becoming invincible in one fierce business battle after another.

To prevent him from soaring to great heights, they truly changed his fate.

The suppression by the powerful families began.

In the realm of money-driven games, any cleverness or wisdom, if conducted entirely within the rules, is destined to be limited.

When you have tens of millions of times more capital than others constantly competing with you, taking a different path seems like the wise choice.

Even my grandfather thought so.

However, Mr. Smith, who followed the rules, ultimately lost everything.

However, this also opened up a completely different path for him.

That is, everything that Grandpa and Morty had seen before, the idol in people's hearts, began his casino journey.