Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

However, she quickly put these things out of her mind.

From a rational point of view, I have no combat ability, and it is unknown whether I can survive in the dark matter world for a long time. Even if I survive this long journey and get to Rick's side, I won't be able to help him much.

But from an emotional perspective...

"If you really want to help, why don't you go and discipline those Jerrys? They're really too much of a troublemaker. As their mother-in-law, you have a natural ability to keep them in check."

Diane: "..."

I'm only in my early twenties this year.

My husband is about to kick the bucket, and that's bad enough.

My daughter is turning thirty in the blink of an eye, and this is even more distressing than my husband getting gray hair.

If anything could be worse than these two things combined, it's my son-in-law...jesus! Why did my daughter marry this kind of man!

Diane was annoyed that Beth in the parallel universe had married Jerry, but the only thing that made her feel fortunate was that her daughter hadn't gone down that path.

If she were to marry Jerry, Diane would seriously consider committing suicide.

"Alright, human, I'm tired... You don't need to waste your time on me, because you can't kill me, nor do you have the power to force me to do anything."

Hastur's words interrupted Diane's thoughts, and she realized that no matter what kind of threat he faced, he would never bring himself into the Limited Central Curve.

In that case...

Let me cover you with a blanket.

"No...no! Fuck! Are you going to try everything that female Rick left you?!"

Hastur was speaking when a huge black cloth, which looked like glue, slowly fell from the ceiling and covered Hastur's entire body.

Then this guy struggled several times under this huge cloth that looked light but was actually extremely heavy and could block out all external sound, light and air circulation, and then lay down like a dried squid. But he couldn't fall asleep because the black cloth had seeped in a lot of noise stones, enough to give him a headache.

Chapter 573 Elimination

"Have you appeared before me now to beg for a gentle scolding?"

Back in Ruicheng, Morty was pondering how to obtain the teleportation fluid without being ganged up on and killed by a group of Ricks.

Dark Mo appeared in front of him.

Morty, unaware that the other party had already met his grandfather, never expected that the other party would come to him to offer him a job.

"Come help me, since you can't go back for the time being anyway."

"What do you mean? You know I can't go back?"

Seeing that, just as he had expected, the guy noticed this small detail and immediately pressed for details, Dark Mo shrugged. "I know you'll definitely ask what happened after I say this, but I'm telling you anyway. So do you really think I'll tell you the reason?"

Morty: "Can't anyone talk properly these days...why do you have to beat around the bush?"

Dark Morty, who was somewhat aware of his own limitations, saw Morty's bewildered expression and simply said, "Let me put it this way, don't go back for now. There's a big problem out there, and your Rick, along with everyone else, wants to go and solve it."

"Shouldn't I go back even more?"

“No, your value lies in the future… silly child, those enemies don’t care about your soul form or anything like that…” Dark Mo paused here, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he decided to give Morty enough information to put his mind at ease and keep him in the place.

“You are the key to the real world. Your value is unparalleled, even greater than mine or C137 Morty. Not many people understand your special value, so you understand why I had many opportunities to kill you directly, but never did?”

"Um... I don't quite understand..."

"If you don't understand, then stay... Jesus!"

Dark Morty, who hadn't expected this guy to suddenly attack, narrowly dodged an attack of mental energy blade before he could finish his sentence. Then, with great reluctance, he activated the countermeasure device specially made for Morty.

Okay, okay, I was originally hoping to proceed to the next step through friendly communication.

It seems that force is the only option now.

Eliminate his power as the master of thought!

Four curved mechanical arms rose from the ground and immediately released a force field in the center to restrain Morty. Then, two smaller mechanical arms inserted large syringes into Morty's back.

Although Morty was in pain and couldn't turn around, the feeling of being pricked by needles was not unfamiliar to him.

"Fuck! How can they pierce into a soul?!"

"You know that even within a finite median curve, the universe is infinite, right? It's not surprising that this is possible, but what follows is something you certainly won't like, so I'll have to play the villain."

Dark Mo coldly watched the liquid in the large syringe being injected into Morty's body at a moderate pace.

Once the wine-red liquid entered Morty's body, it acted as if it had been fitted with an automatic tracker, beginning to erode his brain and forcibly reshape his physical body.

As a large amount of mixed compounds began to spread within Morty's body, they also began to gradually dissolve Morty's mental energy.

Feeling his strength draining away, Morty struggled desperately to move, but there was nowhere he could find leverage, so he couldn't move.

Furthermore, because the compound was rapidly dissolving his mental energy, he couldn't even release a small knife.

"Fuck! What do you mean?!"

Seeing Morty's body becoming more and more normal, Dark Morty spoke again, diverting Morty's attention.

"Didn't I tell you? Be the bad guy, and I'll help you get back on track. Do you know that the more you rely on spiritual power, the more addicted you become?"

"You know, even a random Rick has been to at least five hundred universes and witnessed thousands of different power systems of civilizations, so why does he still insist on following the scientific route most of the time?"

"Is it because these old geezers are conservative?"

"Bullshit! Because science is a very vague term!"

"In a world without magic, the laws of physics are science. But in a world with magic, how to precisely cast spells, how to extract magical energy from nature, how to improve the destructive power of a spell, and how to use tools to expand the casting area—that's also their science."

"In short, whatever kind of world you live in, and whatever advanced products you achieve through the three processes of thinking, theory, and practice, that's what science is."

"But there's one thing...they don't become addicted to any particular science; they just make sure everything is just a tool, and never become obsessed with or believe in anything."

"When you can no longer manipulate tools to bring you positive benefits, then it must be that the tools have enslaved you, turning you into their tool."

At this point, Morty, who wasn't stupid, gradually understood.

However, he was still very angry.

It was extremely difficult for me to obtain this power!

Do you know that I once robbed the Galactic Empire's Green Hand Bank for this power? Stealing from the hands of flies!!!

"Alright, out with the new, in with the old."

"And have you noticed that your temper is getting weirder and weirder?"

"Do you think Cthulhu's power comes without a price? In any world, its energy would make it a guaranteed villain."

"Rick wouldn't harm his own daughter Beth, but in the world of Cthulhu, there are no such constraints as those of mortals. You should know the story of Cthulhu and his sister, right? And did you know that Cthulhu's lovers weren't limited to his sister?"

"I remember you have a daughter, right? And another daughter and lover who is a product of your subconscious. How long do you think it will take before you make your move against them, under the influence of Cthulhu's power?"

"Jesus! If you really do it, you'll really drag down the Mortys' image!"

To distract Morty, the usually taciturn Dark Morty rambled on and on until he saw the potion that Morty had once drunk and which had become one with his muscles and mind slowly seeping out of his pores.

Dark Mo then stopped talking.

"Alright, I know you're calm now, but you probably hate me. So I'm giving you some time alone, because a new world is slowly opening its doors to us."

Dark Mo, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly remembered something, stopped, and said, "By the way, if you've sorted things out, come find me, because I really do have a job for you."

"Furthermore, if your attention isn't clouded, you should pay closer attention to the pace of reconstruction in Ruicheng."

How much time has passed since Chapter 574?

The speed of reconstruction in Ruicheng...

When the binding force field released by the four curved mechanical arms disappeared, the master of the mind within Morty left silently.

But after a remark from Dark Mo, he focused his attention on the buildings in Ruicheng.

Rui City, which had previously been sabotaged by C137 and sent to the vicinity of Hermuel, where it was brutally beaten by the Galactic Empire's capital guards, should have been in a dilapidated state.

But what appears before Morty now is a brand new Ruicheng, where everything has been rebuilt.

Even the police cars that drove past the Ruicheng Police Station, and the COPs inside, had changed into new uniforms.

How much time has passed exactly?

What happened?

Morty found the answer to his first question in the space delay technology of the Mirror City.

This technology, specifically designed to counter teleportation guns, can slow down the teleportation guns' travel speed. So, while only a dozen seconds may have passed in front of you, N months may have passed in the outside world!

Jesus!

Being targeted like this, Morty was both furious and somewhat at a loss. He felt like he had lost all control and had returned to that... no! He still possessed the technology to manufacture the teleportation gun and the technology to extract the essence of the universe to create teleportation fluid!

Based on this skill alone, he's still better than most Ricks in Ruicheng!

But... what's the point?

A conservative estimate suggests that several months have passed...

fuck!

I still have to go find that bastard Dark Mo!

Morty, who habitually wanted to use his mental energy to accelerate, jumped on the spot and then landed back on the ground, his expression immediately showing a mix of emotions.

Without any power to fight back, they were stripped of their ability as masters of will.

The key point is that you also feel that what the other person said seems to make a lot of sense!

With Cthulhu's power constantly influencing your mind, how long can you hold out without being completely Cthulhuized?

Nobody knows the answer...

"Sigh! Never mind! I'll go find him first!"

With his mind a jumbled mess, Morty hailed a taxi and headed straight for the new presidential palace in Ruicheng.

Seeing the new signs appearing along the way to Ruicheng, Morty sighed helplessly. He desperately needed some answers to find some direction.