Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

What's wrong with admitting that?

Now that you've already guessed it, why are you saying it out loud? What are you trying to do?

"The reason I'm saying this is simply to say that you Ricks and Mortys are all the same; you only have a three-minute burst of enthusiasm for things, and then you sink into endless emptiness."

"So, you've been living a life of both pain and confusion all along, haven't you?"

"You used to throw up after drinking just one bottle of wine, but now you can drink four or five bottles without any problem. You've become stronger, but you've also lost some things, haven't you?"

Hearing Smith's words that he was going to give him a lesson, Morty rolled his eyes. He wondered why he always seemed to run into people who liked to give him life lessons lately.

But upon closer reflection, my physical age does indeed resemble that of a lost youth...

So these old guys always want to show off their life experiences in front of me and talk about their life wisdom.

mmp...

If you want to preach, go find someone else!

So, just as Mr. Smith was about to take the topic to a higher level, Morty decisively stopped him from wasting his time.

Forget about grand life philosophies! I'm here for one thing only!

If you find a way to get Jerry away, we can bring him back.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Smith, who had been busy with his needlework with his head down, slowly raised his head, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes.

It was a look that said, "If you want to cause trouble, just say so. There's no need to hide it."

After giving a look and not getting the answer he wanted, Mr. Smith put down his needlework and his bespoke suit, and calmly explained Morty and his group's intentions in detail.

“From the moment you brought him here and then ignored him, letting that guy with absolutely no chance of being killed fight me, I knew you intended to nurture him.”

"Although...this process was somewhat tortuous..."

"If you just want me to be a supporting character and not give me anything, isn't that a bit too much?"

"If you want to get something for free, then turn right and find someone else."

Mr. Smith was unwilling to work for free, so Morty immediately switched to negotiation mode, even though he didn't particularly like Jerry's strong self-confidence.

But Grandpa was right.

When you are in mortal danger, a piece of cloth covered in excrement next to you can save you.

Are you going to choose to stand still and wait to die?

Or should I drape this disgusting cloth over myself to shield myself from the danger?

Morty naturally chose the latter.

"So what do you want?" Morty, who had been lounging lazily in his chair, sat up straight. He always preferred to sit up straight when it came to serious matters.

"I want to leave here. I want to go to a more interesting new world. I don't want to be trapped in this cage."

"You know that outside the cage is still a cage, right?"

"That's still better than staying here."

"make a deal!"

Since Mr. Smith's conditions were so simple, Morty, who already had a teleportation gun, naturally agreed without hesitation.

It's just a matter of opening a portal.

If you can push Jerry to the next level, then this deal is very worthwhile!

"Alright, since that's the case, let's get to work!"

Mr. Smith stood up hurriedly, eager to get the job done quickly. He put on his suit jacket and immediately left.

Just ten minutes ago, the slum was quiet and peaceful, but now it is in complete chaos, with people running around like headless flies.

On the street, numerous hovering robots are constantly driving people away with sticks. Equipped with 360-degree scanners, they accurately distinguish between locals and tourists.

"Damn it! What's going on?! These top-level people who rarely use their manpower, why did they suddenly make a move?"

Looking at Mr. Smith's bewildered expression, Morty hesitated, wondering whether to tell him... that his Jerry... was almost unbeatable at making things go wrong...

To this day, Morty still doesn't understand how Jerry could make such a mess of a perfectly good situation.

Perhaps only C137 Jerry can rival Jerry in this kind of thing.

"Jesus! No! I must stop them!"

Chapter 389 Let's try double stacking?

"Stop! Stop it! Stop fighting!"

When Mr. Smith stepped forward to try to maintain order, Morty, who showed no intention of helping, slowly walked out of the chaotic alley.

After climbing about ten steps, he saw the burning buildings in the distance, as well as clusters of firefighting ships in the air, blaring sharp, piercing sirens, signaling the cars in front to make way.

Seeing this, Morty really didn't know how to even begin to describe this world.

The sky is so vast, can't you fly up or down?

Why insist on following that one path?

What's even more outrageous is that none of the buildings here have fire protection systems installed?

If there had been a water pipe inside, it wouldn't have ended up like this.

Morty shook his head helplessly, then told Mr. Smith to continue doing what he was supposed to do, while he returned to his soul form and flew into the sky.

After flying about two thousand meters into the sky and reaching the same height as the previous casino, Morty looked down at the ground.

The world that was once full of science fiction and a perfect place for science fiction fans to visit is now mostly in chaos.

Buildings hundreds and thousands of meters tall burst into flames.

Security robots that maintain order by using violent means to disperse crowds.

And all sorts of people who were fleeing, resisting, or cursing.

Finally, in the direction where everyone had gathered, Jerry, waving his flag high, was trying to appear calm as he roared at the crowd: "Everyone!! Break everything! Let the old era, the old people, everything old go with this fire!!!"

"All the beautiful tomorrows will rise again with this fire!!!"

Morty: "..."

For a few seconds, Morty felt that the scene was only missing a bright red five-pointed star and a few square-faced men to complete the set...

But that's not it.

After Morty rapidly descended from the sky, he quickly appeared beside Jerry and whispered to him, "What are you doing? In just over ten minutes, what exactly happened here?"

Upon hearing Morty's voice, Jerry's expression first lit up with joy, but after glancing around and not seeing Morty, he immediately covered his mouth and whispered, "Quick, quick, help me, help me! I've tried everything I can, they've all gone mad!"

"I think you're the one who's crazy!" Morty growled, grabbed Jerry's arm, and then sped away from the scene.

The two walked along the path for about seven or eight minutes until they came to a relatively quiet alley. Morty then let go of the boy and threw him heavily to the ground.

"Fuck! Tell me! What exactly happened?! You shouldn't have caused this mess!!!" Morty grabbed Jerry by the collar, glaring at him and demanding to know why he had done such a thing.

"I...I don't know. I just said that great undertakings require money, and then they went to get the money without a word, and the whole thing got chaotic..."

"I really don't know! I barely said a word the whole time, and they...they were manipulated! They were definitely manipulated!"

Seeing Jerry desperately trying to shift the blame, Morty rolled his eyes at him.

Manipulation... If we're talking about manipulation, you're probably the only one manipulating them... You have absolutely no idea about your own abilities, do you?

You're the kind of person your boss would be willing to pay a hefty sum to join their competitor...

Thinking of this, Morty suddenly became alert. He gave Jerry a deep look, and then asked in a calm tone that he tried not to frighten him.

"Wait...you said they were manipulated...is it possible that you are the one being manipulated?"

"Did they say anything to you at that time?"

"Or did you 'accidentally' overhear some suggestive remarks?"

Upon hearing this, Jerry recalled it carefully and realized that it was indeed true. At that time, when he was completely lost and had no idea how to face the great undertaking ahead, a man had indeed given him some hints.

That's why he said that funds are needed to accomplish this great undertaking.

So...

"It should be the top people... right? No! They're in business; they don't need chaos. For them, making money steadily is the priority, and no one should cause trouble!"

"Could it be... Mr. Smith?"

"That doesn't seem right either. If he wants to leave this world, he needs me or Grandpa, which should... Damn it! Why do I have to run into this kind of brain-teasing problem again!"

"Never mind! Let's call Grandpa!"

After a quick thought, Morty realized this was just another game of guessing whether he was the good guy or the bad guy, so he decided to just shift the blame to his grandpa.

When I called him, he was out of service!

Hearing the system notification from the multiverse service provider, Morty rubbed his temples in exasperation. He knew that his grandfather's lightning-fast escape, besides hiding from Jerry, was definitely another secretive stunt behind his back.

I just didn't expect that this time, this thing would actually escape to a universe where there isn't even a dark matter communication network.

This is fucking...

Thinking of this, Morty called Beth and Sunmy again, only to find out that one of them was getting her skin treated at a top-floor beauty salon, while the other had gone off to do drugs.

The fact that neither of them seemed willing to leave anytime soon made Morty hesitate for a few seconds before turning his expectant gaze to Jerry, whose heart skipped a beat.

Since Jerry has caused trouble again this time, and Grandpa isn't around, let's see how badly he can make things.

Hmm! Let's see where his limits really are!

After all, when it comes to causing trouble...

I'm the kind of proactive person who can encounter things no matter what I do.

Jerry, on the other hand, is a passive player who inadvertently causes trouble.

What kind of power would be generated when the two are combined?

Having just escaped from a group of fanatics, Jerry was forcibly taken back by Morty. Flying through the air, he screamed in despair, "Morty! I don't want to go back!!! I'm your dad!!!"

Morty: "We're not related by DNA, are we...?"