Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Upon seeing this, C167 closed his eyes in anguish, even though he had already guessed from Morty's reaction that C167 Beth might have done something very outrageous.

But C167 Jerry alone endured all that, so what about Morty? How much did he endure?

No, you haven't finished reading this twisted story.

Grandpa, who had taken in the fear in Morty's eyes and the pain on C167's face, forced the latter to continue watching the video with his cold, emotionless voice.

If someone doesn't want to look, he'll force their eyelids open!

You have to watch it whether you want to or not!

Did you really think you didn't have a better family option back then?

If it weren't for locking you up, I could have avoided the limited central curve, and I would have owed you so much. Do you really think I couldn't have made a better choice back then?

"Keep watching!!!"

After forcing C167 to open its eyes, Grandpa had the AI ​​continue playing the following scenes.

C167 Jerry, who was lying on the ground, raised his head with his cheeks flushed red after being humiliated by C167 Beth's right foot for a full minute.

He suddenly got up from the ground, tackled C167 Beth onto the sofa, and then slapped her hard across the face.

As he hit her, he yelled, "You unwanted bitch! Your father left you! Your mother left you! What's the point of your life?!"

When Beth C167's cheeks were swollen and blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth, the woman's expression was one of utter enjoyment, a morbid satisfaction.

It was as if only this kind of cursing, this feeling of being despised and unwanted, could give her a sense of peace.

The next scene was so bizarre that C167 felt for the first time that her brain wasn't working properly.

What... is going on?

"Don't forget, they didn't meet through a blind date; they knew each other in college, and there's a long story behind that."

Chapter 493 Did you change your mind so quickly?

Despite Grandpa's strong suggestion that C167 read the entire backstory, the latter shook his head and rejected the suggestion.

Seeing C167 caught in self-blame, Morty finally found an answer to a long-standing mystery in his heart.

Why is it that after C167 was imprisoned in hell, apart from the initial tense relationship between the two, there were almost no more intense conflicts during their subsequent encounters?

Logically speaking, since his grandfather locked C167 in hell, causing him to miss out on a series of events, he should hate his grandfather.

However, aside from a certain amount of hatred between them, it seems that they didn't really intend to kill each other whenever they met.

Answer...

That old bastard C137 deserves all the blame!

Who told him to set the conditions for a finite central curve?

First, Rick is the most powerful person in the universe.

Second, it has to be Rick who has lost his wife.

Third, Rick, who is stronger than himself.

C167 meets the first two conditions, but definitely does not meet the third condition. Even after being trapped in hell for so many years, his combat power is still able to go toe-to-toe with his grandfather.

Just imagine how terrifying their fighting power was at its peak!

Therefore, he definitely does not meet this condition and will inevitably be kicked out of the finite central curve. If he and the entire universe are kicked out, then it doesn't matter.

Anyway, your family is all around you, so if you, C137, like to play by yourself, then go ahead and play by yourself!

However, judging from the story of C137, there hasn't been a single Rick in the C137 family for 20 years. Doesn't this mean that when a Rick is kicked out, the universe and the family won't leave with that Rick?

If it could shake the endless universe, then C137 would have already been deified, and C167 wouldn't have ended up in a finite central curve in this way.

So behind this series of truths, the only question is... was C167 chosen by you back then, or did you decide to keep him after you ambushed him?

Regarding Morty's interjection at this moment.

Grandpa's answer was that he... he was young back then and didn't have the skill he has now. When he ambushed C167 and imprisoned him in Hell, it was purely to find out the whereabouts of the Shadow Group...

After all, in the endless universe, there are endless Ricks, and there are countless ways for a Rick to lose Diane.

If that mysterious Rick were to kill a whole bunch of Dianes all by himself...

Isn't he tired?

So, Grandpa betrayed C167 simply to find the Shadow Group. After being imprisoned in Hell, he heard from rumors that C137 had planned to build a 'wall' not long after establishing the organization that was the predecessor of Ruicheng.

So the plan changed.

C167 was officially designated as a backup to C137. One day... perhaps they'd had too much to drink, or maybe they were in a bad mood, or maybe the two of them bumped into each other...

In short, when the other party wants to kill you for various boring reasons.

He needs to have a force to retaliate, right?

Hearing that Morty was about to continue asking questions, C167 spoke up to stop him. "Alright, Morty, in this respect, I'm grateful to him. By some twist of fate, I was able to stay here with my family, and I... I... sigh!"

With a long sigh, C167 looked at C167 Beth with a disappointed gaze. Having also dabbled in psychology, he endured the torment in his heart and gradually figured out why his beloved daughter had become the way she was now.

Grandpa's ambush of him back then certainly deserves half the blame.

But he himself has to take the blame for the other half...

Looking at Beth, who had been crying silently for a long time, and was now drinking red wine, she estimated that she would regain her senses soon.

Sigh... the love I gave her ultimately led her down a different path...

Flowers grown in a greenhouse can never compare to wildflowers that struggle to survive every day in the harshness of nature...

Encouraged by his grandfather's gaze, C167 glanced at yet another family on the verge of falling apart and made a decision.

Regardless of whether his grandfather attacked him back then, as long as C137 gets the finite central curve, he will have to roll outside the curve.

But he turned out to be a blessing in disguise and ended up staying within the curve.

This gives him the opportunity to witness these changes, and before everything becomes irreversible, he can do everything in his power to amplify that extremely small probability into something that can save everything...

So I'll take C167 Beth away in a bit, and while I'm at it, I'll fix up my grandfather's current family as a way of repaying him for the opportunity he unintentionally gave me decades later.

Thinking of this, C167 looked at Morty, extended his right hand, and affectionately patted the other's head. "Morty... my good grandson, I'm so glad you weren't too deeply influenced by her. I hope you can continue to persevere in the future and not succumb to the influence of your family of origin..."

"I really want to live with you to make up for the emotional gap between us, but... wait, didn't you just drive a car and park it at that house over there? And Sangmei seems to be there too..."

Halfway through his sentence, C167 suddenly remembered what Morty had just done, and his expression immediately became excited.

Rick, who had been hoping for Rick to get lost for a long time, immediately turned pale.

Damn it, if you're going to do this kind of sentimental scene, fine, but why do you have to go through all this illogical thinking?

Can't you just have a proper grandfather-granddaughter bond and quickly take your problem daughter and get out of my sight to another universe?

"Since Morty has already moved out, I've decided to stay!"

Grandpa and Morty's breath hitched for a moment, because neither of them had expected C167 to choose to stay!

Brother! Grandpa! What are you doing staying here?!

Morty was even more devastated than his grandfather. He couldn't stand the idea of ​​having a real mother who had caused him childhood trauma first, and then having another Rick who also wanted to stay.

"Rick! It's your fault! You take the blame! I'm not taking responsibility anymore!"

Using a standard Rick-style hands-off approach, Morty decisively slipped back to Old Rick's house through the front door, making sure to lock the door behind him.

I just locked the door.

Sangmei peeked half her head out from behind the living room wall.

"That woman is back?"

"Yes, she's back, and C167 not only didn't take her with him, he even wanted to stay with us for some kind of emotional repair..."

Upon hearing this devastating news, Sang Mei turned deathly pale.

Is that woman... coming back?

I've been looking forward to finally getting a new mom...

No!

I absolutely have to keep Beth!

Chapter 494 Let Aunt Tzeentch Come Back

In the stillness of the night...

Morty lay alone in bed, his eyes fixed on the white ceiling. The light from the streetlights outside the window made the long, slanted shadows of the curtains look like a door about to close.

He couldn't fall asleep for a long time because he had many things on his mind, which were like endless worries troubling his heart.

Currently, Old Ke lives with himself and Quinn.

In order to keep her "biological" mother, Sangmei went back to live there. It was clear that between her original biological mother and the non-original biological mother, she would choose Beth, who made her feel more comfortable.

After all, her current family only neglects her occasionally, but it's enough to make her live without the constant fear and anxiety she used to have!

"Ugh, what kind of family is this..."

Morty felt extremely uncomfortable whenever he thought of C167 Beth; the shadow of his family of origin seemed destined to accompany him for the rest of his life.

Even now, he can't directly destroy C167 Beth.

so...

sleep!

I don't want to think about it anymore!

Morty forced himself to sleep and slept until dawn, but he didn't move. He lay there until the sun had risen high above the horizon before slowly getting out of bed.

I glanced at the yellow T-shirt I had casually tossed on the bedside table last night.

Morty picked it up and tossed it aside again, but this time its destination wasn't the bedside table, but the trash can in the corner of the room.

Immediately afterwards, Morty took out a large bag of white T-shirts and a large bag of black T-shirts from the closet, which he had bought on sale the day before.