Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

There is absolutely no chance that he could kill Jerry in front of him!

He was like a death probability devouring machine, annihilating all possible chances of killing him in the cradle!

Mr. Smith, who was sweating profusely, realized that even if he tried to kill Jerry right now, someone would stop him on the spot.

And there's a 99% chance that the person who tries to stop him will just step on him and break him with a single, careless step, like stepping on a lawn.

"Fuck!"

Realizing he couldn't kill Jerry on the spot, Mr. Smith decisively turned and left, as the situation was getting out of control.

His departure was seen by others as a sign of guilt.

After all, who in this world doesn't know Mr. Smith's playing cards?

That god-like ability to capture probability was seen by everyone as nothing short of turning lead into gold, and as akin to "starting with a workbench and building spaceships and artificial intelligence all by doing it."

So when Mr. Smith showed off his special skills, Jerry stood by like someone who had never seen 'playing cards' before, looking completely dumbfounded and making sarcastic remarks.

Even those who sided with Jerry began to doubt whether they had made the right choice.

But after the other person took out their playing cards, hesitated for several minutes without doing anything, and then immediately turned and left...

"fraud!!!"

"This guy is a liar!!!"

"So the real Mr. Smith was with us all along!!! We shouldn't have questioned your true identity!!!"

"Long live Mr. Smith!!!"

When the atmosphere heated up again, Morty had abandoned Jerry and chose to follow Mr. Smith to see what he was up to.

Because Mr. Smith's performance just now, although it couldn't be said to be perfect, was completely different from his previous decisive and ruthless behavior!

He really didn't believe there wasn't some secret behind this!

Chapter 387 seems rather down on its luck?

"He seems to be living in rather...shabby conditions?"

In his professionally tailored spirit form, Morty followed Mr. Smith to his residence, expecting him to have at least a three-story villa, plus luxury cars and beautiful women.

Seeing that the other person not only lived in the worst slums, but even ate the cheapest synthetic food, which was enough for basic nutrients, but tasted worse than a head full of white paste.

The image of Mr. Smith before him suddenly became even more complicated in Morty's mind.

However, considering that everyone has two sides, even Grandpa has his moments of conflict, Mr. Smith in front of us can only be described as not bad.

On the one hand, he hates Rick and Morty, but on the other hand, he stands with the people at the bottom of society.

So, does all of this actually make any sense?

Morty muttered a question that echoed his own inner thoughts.

Although he and his grandfather have done plenty of outrageous things in the multiverse, their moral bottom line, no matter how flexible, cannot be changed; they are now deliberately indulging Jerry.

The idea is to use the sacrifice of Mr. Smith, along with the world, to create a more powerful Jerry.

Is it worth it?

While Morty was deep in thought, Jerry was also lost in thought. It wasn't that Jerry wasn't intelligent, he just didn't use his brain much, and what he came up with was, to a very, very strange degree...

"Everyone! We've gathered here today for a great goal! So let's fight for this cause, shall we?"

"Therefore, in order to support this great goal, I hope everyone will contribute their share!"

"Donation account number: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! I also accept donations in kind and cash!!!"

Having driven Mr. Smith away, Jerry, facing the frenzied crowd and hoping to accomplish that grand goal—but having no idea what that grand goal was—pondered...

To do anything, you need people and money.

Let's start with money!

I don't have any money anyway. Since you want to achieve this great goal, then start by donating money, and then we can discuss this great goal in the long term!

So when Jerry, standing on the street, said he wanted to donate money to him, the enthusiastic shouts silenced everyone.

One second he was adored by everyone, the next he was silenced by everyone.

The speed was so fast that Jerry didn't even have time to react before he saw groups of people scattering in all directions, completely ignoring him.

This scene caused the top-level personnel, who had been observing the latest situation through surveillance videos in order to make precise responses, to burst into loud laughter, slapping their knees and revealing their eight-pack abs.

"Hahahaha! This is hilarious! Those idiots actually believed this fake Mr. Smith instead of the real Mr. Smith. I thought it was funny enough, but now that the fake one is asking them for money, they all run away!"

"This kind of team actually thinks they can fight us? That's hilarious!"

"Nothing to worry about! Nothing to worry about! Such an enemy is not worth our attention! They are nothing but a disorganized rabble!"

"Guards! Bring the wine! Bring the wine! I'm in a good mood today! All my stores are offering a 50% discount!"

"50% off? That's too much! But... I'll give them 50% off too! Just to soothe their wounded hearts! Hahahaha! That's hilarious!!"

While a group of people were laughing heartily, all the banks in the city were already pale with fright as people came to withdraw their money.

For banks, however...

To earn interest on their deposits, customers must invest the money, making it impossible for any bank to process cash withdrawals from the vast majority of its customers within a single day.

So many people have to leave!!!

Because they simply can't possibly pay that much money!

"I need to withdraw cash! I want to withdraw cash!!! No way? I don't care! Even if paper money is abolished now, I'm still getting my money out!!!"

"I don't care! This great cause needs this money!!! Give it to me now!!!"

"I want my money!! I want it now! I don't want to hear any of your explanations! I deposited money with you, and now I want it back. Is that so hard? Tell me! Is that so hard?"

"Fuck you! For Mr. Smith's cause!!! I'll fight to the death!!!"

When a long-oppressed guy lands a punch on the face of a security robot.

The entire scene was like a pot of oil with a very low ignition point, which was then lit by a lit match, not only igniting the scene completely but also triggering the first major explosion.

Perhaps Jerry never seriously considered what kind of world he lived in.

But Morty and the others are very clear about what kind of world this is.

This is a world where the upper echelons of society oppress, advanced knowledge is completely blocked, and people experience almost no significant change from birth to death.

Due to reasons of sustainable development and early exposure to the multiverse, it didn't become as dark as cyberpunk...

In order to lull the lower classes into complacency and attract more people from the outside world to consume, all sorts of illusory yet real products are constantly being invented in this world, to the point that even people like Grandpa and C137 come here by reputation.

While the two Ricks could certainly build such a thing, neither of them would be willing to invest their limited time in something so trivial, given that they were pushing every entertainment product to an almost realistic level.

Therefore, with these entertainment products and the wider world outside, those who are high above are not only unwilling to walk on the ground with the people at the bottom, but also have no idea whatsoever to squeeze oil from dry wood.

Just those few characters?

And they'll make it seem like they're going to die.

I'd rather go earn money outside!

The multiverse!

Once you establish a reputation, even if a customer only comes once in their lifetime, it will still generate endless profits!

When the upper class lowers their guard against those below, Smith, who comes from the lower class, only needs a little encouragement to become wildly popular.

Even if someone hasn't been exposed to intermediate or advanced knowledge, everyone is still filled with longing for the outside world.

Therefore, the great goal... is for everyone to leave this world!

At this moment, Jerry had no idea what awaited him; he was currently immersed in the joy of money flowing into him one after another!

He didn't even notice that the person who had kindly provided him with his bank account number had disappeared from his life.

Instead, a group of people, in front of everyone, were using a centralized and unanimous explanation to secretly take away the physical items...

Chapter 388 I Want to Go Out

"Sigh, my hatred for you two isn't exactly directed at you personally, but rather at two other guys..."

"That's why I lose my mind the moment I see you two."

"But you were also deliberately stirring things up, weren't you, Morty?"

Inside a dilapidated metal house, Morty and Mr. Smith each had a chair, one sitting on the east side and the other on the west side, with a large metal table in front of them.

The latter was holding a needle and thread, mending his top-of-the-line suit.

Although Morty wanted to make the atmosphere more serious, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy watching Jerry Smith doing needlework.

So since we can't be serious, let's just relax a bit.

It was my own decision, made ten minutes ago, to step forward and talk to Mr. Smith. After all, it would be completely unfair to the people of this world if the two sides were to fight to the death.

Morty, who had done many bad things and occasionally wanted to do good, never expected that the other party would not react negatively to him, but instead calmly invite him to sit down and chat.

As a result of this conversation, some things were actually brought to light completely.

Mr. Smith's abilities were not something he possessed from the beginning; rather, they were developed through experiments conducted on him by a certain Rick.

Mr. Smith had no idea where the experiment was conducted, which Rick it was, or what the experimental process was like.

However, one thing is certain: he is definitely not his grandfather's creation, because his grandfather never used Rick for any kind of physical experiments.

Besides that...

Let's continue talking about things in this world.

"Based on what I've heard from many people, you two, Rick and Morty, generally speaking, Morty is the one who's a real coward, and that old bastard is always causing trouble."

"But between the two of you, I can see that he's more conservative, while you're more extroverted and like to stir things up."

"You were in the casino back then, just wanting to see us fight, right?"

Morty wasn't embarrassed at all that Mr. Smith had exposed his past actions. He was simply very interested in the confident and powerful Jerry after getting used to the timid version of Jerry.

So let's stir things up!