Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I've got a hostage in my hands, so you'll have to swallow your anger!"

After the bombardment in space ended, another group of Flymen emerged, triumphantly attempting to force Morty to surrender, using Quinn, who had been captured by Dark Morty, as a hostage.

Confined in the iron cage, Quinn, who was drowsy, suddenly became unstable. His body underwent a series of terrifying twists and turns, and then... he died!

The death was so swift that not only the Fly Man hadn't expected it, but even Morty was completely taken aback!

While he was still thinking about how to save Quinn.

The other person died silently, like a wildflower withering away without a sound, without any warning. All that remained was her twisted body in the iron cage, her eyes, which had only seen this world for a few weeks, staring unblinkingly at Morty...

Those crystal-clear eyes were like two awls piercing Morty's head, turning everything inside into a complete mess.

She's dead...

This daughter, whom he had only met once, yet with whom he already shared...something unbreakable...

Before I could even get a proper conversation with her...

Did she just die like that?

In that brief second.

Both the arrogant and smug Fly Man and Morty fell silent.

It wasn't until the muscle between Morty's eyebrows twitched upwards that an overwhelming sense of sorrow filled his heart, opening the floodgates of his tears.

This man, who had never cried once since he transmigrated, knelt on the ground, looking at the incredibly familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face of the girl in the iron cage, and burst into tears.

The door to divinity, which had been half-opened, finally swung open completely to Morty at this moment, and he looked at the world that was shining with blinding white light as he wept.

Then...

With the hostage dead and knowing he had no more trump cards left, the Fly hardened his heart and prepared to forcibly subdue Morty.

But Morty, whose emotions had already spiraled out of control, was like an unstable bomb, his body uncontrollably drawing dark matter from the space.

Until this dark matter energy exceeded the body's tolerance and shot into the sky, destroying nearly a hundred kilometers of ozone layer on the planet, allowing all matter from outer space capable of killing life on this planet to rush in through the hole in the city wall.

"I want you all dead!!!"

As Morty rose, he pounced on the first flyman, grabbed the guy's face with his dark matter-infused hand, and melted it into a pool of foul-smelling black liquid.

Those flies that came with them also perished.

They were all annihilated by that dark matter energy.

Having done all this, there was no one left to kill in the area he looked at.

Morty, his grief and anger unabated, looked at the half-meter-high iron cage. He struggled greatly but dared not approach it to open it.

Because he was afraid to see the person in the iron cage.

But he didn't dare to open it. Someone else would. The first person to arrive here was not C137, but Dark Mo.

The appearance of his face made Morty's eyes, which had been avoiding the iron cage, stare straight at him, giving him goosebumps in just a second.

"It wasn't me! I would never do anything to hurt her!"

"There's something wrong with what you're saying! You know her? Very few people know anything about her!"

Dark matter, like extremely viscous black oil, gushed from the body below the neck, slowly dripping onto the ground.

And it continued to spread towards Morty's face.

Before Dark Morty could say anything more, a surge of dark matter energy erupted from Morty's body and shot towards Dark Morty.

"Fuck! This is dark matter!!! People will die!!!"

As Dark Mo dodged in a panic, his yellow T-shirt vanished completely without even a wisp of white mist after being grazed, along with the skin and flesh along the right side of his abdomen.

"Stop! I captured her! But I didn't kill her!!! If you don't want to hear it, then forget it!"

Affected by the damage to his own actions, Dark Morty roared and then, without looking back, dodged Morty's attacks while running away into the distance, preparing to use the teleportation gun to escape.

But in his heart, a rage no less intense than Morty's also ignited.

Someone...someone is using him!

There was this damned, inhuman scoundrel, so wicked he was practically oozing pus, whose sins could not be washed away even with the purest water in the world for a hundred million years—the greatest bastard in the world—who actually took advantage of him!

They dumped an enormous, insurmountable black pot on his head!!!

Driven by guilt towards Quinn, a sudden surge of affection, and anger at being used and framed, Dark Mo decided to abandon all his plans and find out who that bastard really was!

When I find you, I'll skin you alive!

After running a sufficient distance, Dark Mo opened a portal on the ground ahead and jumped in.

Upon landing, just as the portal closed, he heard C137's voice.

"Motty! Stop! You're destroying the world!"

In that instant, Dark Mo trembled, staring in disbelief at the closed portal. He had a premonition...

This matter is definitely related to Rick.

But it's definitely not C137. It's very likely another Rick who is even more evil and more ruthless, and who doesn't mind using any means necessary!

Half an hour later...

All the Fly People and their affiliated forces within the C137 universe joined what is possibly the bloodiest massacre in the history of the C137 universe.

But they only have one enemy!

Morty!

"Come on! You bastards!!! Today I'll make this universe bleed to the last drop!!!"

On a mountain piled high with corpses, Morty held the dead girl in his arms, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing out of control, repeatedly drawing dark matter from the universe for his own use.

This high-frequency, large-volume extraction had brought his body to the brink of collapse.

But the endless warships and enemies continued to surge towards him like a tidal wave.

Even though the dead, like raindrops, turned into a seemingly endless downpour, unable to be captured by gravity and falling onto that mountain of corpses, and the destroyed warships floated in the cold space, like dark clouds that blotted out the sun.

The two sides, who have gone mad with killing, are destined to stop only when one of them dies!

It was at this time that Grandpa, who had resolved the problems in Hell, heard about this matter and traveled through the portal to a reporter's spaceship not far from this planet.

Seeing this scene, which overlapped with his memory, through the high-precision telescope, Grandpa aged instantly and let out a heavy sigh.

The video I showed Morty—the one of him holding a girl and killing endless enemies—wasn't actually from the past...

Rather, it was a scene he captured from the future.

For a future that is highly probable, my simulator always only gives me three answers.

And what we are witnessing is the beginning of the darkest future...

"The beast eventually escaped his cage..."

"I failed..."

Standing among these reporters who were hotly debating the breaking news, Grandpa felt a chilling coldness pulling him toward a frigid lake.

Chapter 488 Variables Between Probabilities

"Amazing, amazing! This matter has sparked unprecedented discussion online. One Morty is going to fight against the entire military power of the Galactic Empires in an entire universe all by himself. Even the cosmic casinos have opened betting specifically for this."

"Yeah, I just placed a bet online with 100,000 Imperial Coins that he'd lose, so... what's the situation outside? There are too many people; I can't squeeze through the telescope area."

"It's still going on. Both sides are at their limit; it's just a matter of who can't hold on any longer."

"Motty will definitely lose, then my mortgage is paid off. But... does Morty really exist? Would he really go to such lengths for a woman? Although I don't know the full story, I think the girl in his arms is already dead..."

"I don't know, these Mortys... if it weren't for Rick's presence... who would care about a bunch of little guys wearing only yellow T-shirts?"

Two alien reporters not far from Grandpa were chatting away, oblivious to everyone around them. People around them kept giving them meaningful glances, which managed to 'wake' the guys who were so engrossed in their conversation.

It wasn't until someone, truly afraid that Grandpa would make a move on the spaceship, rushed up and forcibly turned the heads of the two audacious duo toward Grandpa that these two fools realized they should shut their mouths, which had almost killed everyone.

Although Grandpa heard these words, he didn't pay any attention to the two guys.

Because Quinn is not only Morty's daughter, but also a kind of mental shackle, with infinite binding power at crucial moments.

This was evident from the very first time the two met.

No matter how exaggerated he acted at first, he eventually had to ask himself about Quinn's situation... Sigh... Never mind!

What's the point of dwelling on it now that it's already happened?

Quinn's greatest significance to Morty is that he has officially taken root in this world. No matter what, these 'fake' family members can't compare to this child who belongs to Morty himself.

She's dead now.

The darkest future has arrived.

Grandpa, who was already feeling a pain in the back of his head, turned around and left the crowd, then plopped down in a corner against the wall.

Feeling weak all over, he took out a cigarette from the pack, lit it, squinted, and took the bottle of liquor out of his lab coat, drinking and smoking at the same time.

As for how to resolve this issue?

Solve my ass!

There's no way to solve this!

Now, all the armed forces in the entire C137 universe that are associated with the Fly People have been deployed to this battle. Even if most of their civilizations cannot create portals, who can not create spatial tremors?

The simplest form of spatial oscillation is to use enough explosives to cause an explosion.

So, unable to open the portal, Grandpa could only sit here smoking and drinking, then take out his phone and look at Diane's face on the screen.

"I bet if you were here, you'd make me do everything in my power to save him..."

"But I can't save them now..."

If there's a certain probability of success, Grandpa will definitely go to save Morty, but the endless enemies outside are an insurmountable barrier for him.

In the entire universe, the number of people who could rescue a target if 30% of the universe's armed forces were to concentrate their attacks on it... would be no more than five.

C137 is one, but he definitely won't save him. As for the others...

Grandpa, who had already given up, found himself thinking about these things again in his habitual way. He forced himself to stop thinking about them because, according to the calculations in the simulator, Morty only had a 1% chance of surviving in this future that was already happening.