Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I really don't know how he's going to handle this."

Morty muttered a few words to himself, while the camera in his hand continued to record everything that was happening in front of him, so as to capture one of Jerry's darkest moments in his life in its entirety.

Chapter 385 The Liar

"Sigh... I knew it... A bunch of people got carried away and acted impulsively, completely unaware that what they had was a counterfeit. Now they're dumbfounded..."

After everyone raised their hands and feet, lifted Jerry up, and held a frenzied parade... and then... that was it...

When people go for a walk in the street without a destination, things start to get ridiculous once they've wandered around and their rationality returns.

Where does this great mission begin?

No one knew, Morty didn't know, and Jerry knew even less.

He was forced to stand in a starfish position and act as a sunshade in the crowd for half an hour. He was so engrossed in enjoying the enthusiastic praise that he didn't think about what to do next.

If he were someone who regularly uses his brain to think about problems instead of being manipulated by emotions, half an hour would be enough for him to fabricate a bunch of lies.

So... when the crowd that filled the entire street, holding up a large flag with his image on it, looked at him with puzzled eyes after walking a long distance.

Jerry looked at them with a completely bewildered expression.

Just as everyone was staring at each other, about to descend into an awkward silence, the person in question finally appeared before them.

Jerry the God of Gamblers, or rather, Mr. Smith who had just completed a major explosion, walked out of the crowd like a sharp blade cutting through butter, shocking everyone present while they obediently made way for him.

"What's going on? If it was Mr. Smith we were carrying, then now it's coming from us..."

"Something doesn't seem right... There can't be two Mr. Smiths..."

"Yes! One of them must be a fake!"

Before Mr. Smith could even speak, Jerry panicked. Without even a basic confrontation, he tried to break free from the people and escape to another place.

Seeing this, the people who felt deceived were filled with rage and grabbed Jay, who was trying to escape.

Just as Morty was pondering whether or not to intervene.

Mr. Smith suddenly spoke up and ordered everyone to stop and not do anything that was completely unnecessary!

"Everyone! Calm down! Calm down! Although he deceived you, I believe this was not his intention, and it may even have just been an accident!"

"And I don't want you all to forget what I told you before!"

"Violence may solve the vast majority of problems, but the few problems that cannot be solved by violence are like mountains that you will never be able to climb again once you get used to using violence. Use your brain to solve problems, not your hands. You are not unevolved creatures, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Morty and the others all wore expressions of understanding. The latter, of course, always agreed with their older brother and would listen to him in everything.

But for Morty, Mr. Smith's last sentence instantly elevated his status many times over.

Using violence to solve problems has both advantages and disadvantages.

The benefits are numerous, but once you establish a formidable reputation, almost no one will want to provoke you.

The downside is that the resulting inertia leads to a tendency to act impulsively in the face of any situation, rather than using one's brain to think about whether there are other solutions.

This is a Jerry who is both intelligent and proactive...

If he were my Jerry, how much easier would things be for me?

Just based on his ability to predict probabilities and his almost universally positive image as a Jerry, bringing him along would be incredibly prestigious...

Seeing Mr. Smith, who was almost perfect and righteous to the extreme, Morty felt a slight desire to replace him, but the bloody massacre in the building made him immediately put the idea out of his mind.

Because of the hatred the other party showed towards me and my grandfather the moment they met, it essentially sealed off any possibility of this happening.

When the three met, before my grandfather and I could say anything, the other party took the initiative to provoke us, and then destroyed the entire building by taking advantage of the probability of the building collapsing.

For something like this, I must be crazy to even consider letting such an unstable element join them.

When Morty dismissed his unrealistic ideas.

What's happening on Jerry's side is also pushing him to the brink of death.

Faced with Mr. Smith's helping hand, this man, who was almost brainless when his emotions got the better of him, lost his mind the moment he saw his radiant self.

Jerry slapped away the other man's helping hand, which was seen as a symbol of goodwill by everyone, with his right hand. Pointing at his nose, he used all his strength to utter a sentence that he himself didn't know why he blurted out.

"Liar! Liar...liar!! You liar!!!"

The two words that made the whole street gasp were like a mountain falling from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, hitting everyone's eardrums, and hitting everyone's heart.

fraud?

How could Mr. Smith be a fraudster?

An elderly man closest to the two men, enraged, raised his right hand to strike, but remembering Mr. Smith's words, he lowered his hand and instead asked in an angry voice, "You! You who look exactly like Mr. Smith, isn't it enough that you impersonated him? You also have to publicly slander him as a fraud?"

"If it weren't for Mr. Smith, you would have been dead by our hand just now. Not only do you not show him any gratitude, but you even slander him?"

Have you thrown your conscience into the sewer?

"Let me give you a piece of advice: don't mess with someone my age. I've lived enough, but my body is still in good health. If you piss me off, only one person will leave here alive today!!!"

Faced with this threat, Jerry's first reaction was to back down on the spot, and then slink away.

But when he couldn't see Morty and his grandfather, the pressure from these strangers became a catalyst, as if he had returned to a world where male and female identities were reversed.

When he was hired by elite women to be their mouthpiece, and he was only one step away from success, his beautiful dream was destroyed by Morty and his grandfather...

I want that kind of life too!!!

At that moment, Jerry, who was terrified of being deported, bravely met Mr. Smith's gaze and, with the loudest and most righteous voice he had ever used, pointed at Mr. Smith and said, "He's Mr. Smith? I'm Mr. Smith! Otherwise, why would I say he's a liar?"

Chapter 386 I am the real one

[Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!]

[Without me and Grandpa around, you're like a husky running wild, full of mysterious confidence and a powerful ability to stumble upon perfect moments...]

[Sure, Jerry! Show off your talent!]

Then we'll open a portal and run away...

Morty's gaze swept across the crowd and saw that Jerry had managed to convince some people that he was Mr. Smith with just a few words. Morty felt that this world was too magical.

Because what Jerry said was...

"Um...why am I really Mr. Smith? Because I am Jerry Smith!"

"What proof do you have that I am Mr. Smith? And how can you prove that this guy who looks exactly like me is Mr. Smith?"

"Just because he said a few philosophical things?"

"I can do that too!"

"Great goals require great sacrifices. Every ordinary person who is unwilling to be ordinary will be given a chance to surpass themselves. When the opportunity is presented to you, are you willing to seize it?"

These are the exact words Jerry used to convince at least half the people.

Morty seemed completely unmoved, but this didn't seem to stop Jerry from using those words to make people believe him...

As a result, the atmosphere at the scene underwent a dramatic change.

The focus shifted from everyone targeting Jerry to 'How can you prove he is Mr. Smith?'

This... Mr. Smith, who clearly hadn't expected this to happen, looked at Jerry with a change in his gaze. He had thought that this guy who had appeared out of nowhere was just a piece of trash.

I never expected... that it would be so strong!

Excellent! Excellent! I've finally met a worthy opponent!

"Jerry, right?"

"You have no idea what you're messing around with. If you know what's good for you, admit your true identity now, and I might let you off the hook."

"If you want to play around with me, I don't mind sending you to hell!"

Faced with Mr. Smith's threat, Jerry, who was used to being threatened by Morty, had developed a high level of resistance to such threats and remained completely unmoved upon hearing them.

Instead, he reveled in the praise and approval of the crowd.

When he was so tired from waving his hands that he could no longer lift them, he saw Mr. Smith holding a deck of cards, silently rapping.

Jerry raised his right eyebrow and boldly moved closer to the other person, using a cheeky attitude he had almost learned from Morty to say some mild trash talk.

"What are you doing? Want to play poker? If you want to play poker with me, I suggest you don't, because you definitely won't let me win a single hand!"

"Hey? Your eyes are wide open like a fish's, do you have hyperthyroidism?"

"Who can call an ambulance for him?"

"This fake Mr. Smith, he's holding a deck of cards, and his mouth is trembling like he's having an epileptic seizure. I'm really worried he'll die right here."

Morty: "..."

Seeing Jerry still foolishly doing something stupid while Mr. Smith was unleashing his ultimate attack, Morty quietly called out Tzeentch and told her to get ready so they could rescue him later.

"Have you forgotten Jerry's ability to avoid disasters?"

"He's practically the hardest guy to kill. You want the two of us to save him? You might as well let him save us!"

"And you haven't been posting much lately, what are you planning to do?"

For some time now, Tzeentch hadn't left Morty's mind. She looked around, admiring the city with her own eyes, while also complaining about someone who had been letting her out less and less lately.

If it weren't for the fact that she lost a part of her subconscious after completely leaving Morty, her grandfather would have brought her back no matter what.

She insisted on finding a chance to escape.

"Alright, alright, I've been pretty busy lately!"

Tzeentch responded to Morty's blatant lies with a cold laugh and then said nothing more.

Anyway, I'm going to enjoy this city now. Don't bother me with anything. If you can't even handle a slightly stronger Jerry, then you should just find a block of tofu and commit suicide!

Watching his hired help leave without a word, Morty shook his head helplessly and continued to look at Jerry, who was courting disaster.

But upon seeing this, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Holy crap?! He's about to faint???"

As Morty said, Mr. Smith, who was trying to capture probabilities, encountered something that almost made him faint during his three-minute-long rapid 'rap' calculations, as he searched for countless probabilities of killing Jerry.

There's no probability!