Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Really dead?"

Morty never expected that after traveling to many places and finally returning home, he would find his grandfather's nuclear-level armored doors and walls blown open before he even entered the door.

Rick, a guy with green ramen-noodle hair, walked in and was easily stabbed to death by himself.

That's completely out of line.

But he felt no joy, for he had once again felt the fragility of life. He had once thought that no matter what, people had to live on until the hand of death took them away many years later.

But Quinn chose to commit suicide.

This reminded him once again of the negative impacts people suffer and the negative emotions they experience.

It's not like in the game with '-10' or '-100' and a health bar of 10,000.

Only 10%-100%.

Some people can withstand more pressure than others, so they think that this is a small matter, and that it's really too dramatic for some people to cry and act like they're going to die over it.

But he overlooked the fact that what he considered 1% might be 99% to someone else, and that by taking just one more step forward, the other person could completely collapse.

Quinn's death...

That's how it is...

The only thing Morty couldn't understand was that Quinn was a child born from his own will and Enctussa; she was not a being with a physical body.

How did she manage to stab herself in the heart and commit suicide?

On the way back, Morty thought about the problem repeatedly over the next few days, feeling that there was something very wrong with it.

How does a soul-based being transform into an ordinary being with a physical body?

In this world, the body is indeed just a vessel, but someone has to create a vessel so that the soul can have a vessel to use.

Although Morty didn't want to doubt his grandfather, he couldn't help but start to have doubts.

But given my grandfather's style of doing things and the situation at the time, it was impossible for him to do such a thing, because it would be pointless.

The only plausible answer is that Quinn herself created a physical body, and she longs for his arrival to bring a different experience to her life.

But how could Morty possibly bring about more change?

Tzeentch was already challenging his moral bottom line, let alone Quinn, who was his and Enctusa's child. What more would he have to do to satisfy the other party?

There are certain things he simply cannot do.

Even if you beat him to death, it's impossible!

This insurmountable bottom line ultimately led to Quinn's suicide.

This deep sense of self-blame and guilt made Morty feel extremely distressed, but he still managed to bear it because he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

Safety measures must be taken for everything you do...

Grandpa was right after all.

"Ugh..."

Morty let out a long sigh, shifting his gaze from Rick the green-haired boy to the empty room. The emptiness only intensified his sorrow.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming longing for the people and things from the past.

During that time, although I suffered a lot while living with my maternal grandfather, the family atmosphere was very comfortable.

There aren't that many complicated things piled up together.

I feel like a programmer facing a mountain of ancestral, awful code.

Rick is a character who frequently travels to different worlds for adventures, is often a bit unconventional, but always manages to save the day in crucial moments.

She's a girl who often criticizes herself, but she's just a teenage high school girl who wants to appear cool in front of her peers and longs for the school heartthrob and class heartthrob to ask her out.

A mother who keeps the whole family running smoothly and prevents her mentally challenged husband, crazy father, and teenage daughter from blowing the house and the planet to smithereens.

There's not much to say about Jerry...

go! go! Jerry!

Looking back on these events, Morty's already depressed mood became even more so. He stepped over Rick's body and walked into the half-destroyed kitchen, where he found a bottle of beverage that was covered in a layer of dust.

He walked to the sofa, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a sip of his drink.

Morty, whose gaze fell on the television screen, spat out his drink.

Why is Grandpa on TV?

After appearing on Ruicheng's TV program, a seed of becoming a TV star had been planted in his heart, and today it finally took root and sprouted.

They've all gone to participate in TV programs?

Morty looked at his grandfather in disbelief. He was sitting obediently on a small stool like a preschooler, looking depressed, playing some kind of truth-or-dare game with seven or eight people who looked quite famous, but not famous enough to be considered stars in the multiverse.

Yes, the small print at the bottom of the screen is also quite eye-catching.

'If you lie, you'll be stuffed into a space cannon and launched out to become a planet.'

Upon seeing this, Morty had no idea what kind of expression to make.

The loss of his beloved daughter Quinn, and now his grandfather goes to participate in a funny show, where he sits in an empty house with a dead green-haired Rick and bursts into laughter.

But that barely suppressed smile...

The nanobots inside Morty were gradually pushing the limits of his facial muscles. Even though they had begun to control his facial muscles, Morty still managed to smile little by little.

"Ha...ha...hahahahahahahaha!"

In the empty house, Morty's smile seemed particularly eerie, and the smile on the green-haired Rick's corpse at the doorway amplified that eeriness tenfold.

As he laughed, tears streamed down Morty's face.

The shock and self-blame brought on by Quinn's death finally made him understand why the Ricks in this limited central curve were so unified: because this was a gathering place for a group of self-destructive individuals.

Are the Ricks in Ruicheng truly willing to work as Ruicheng laborers?

Do not!

Besides that innocent wafer, which allows these men who have lost their beloved daughters and wives to feel the warmth of their own family.

He was actually dead from that day on; he just hadn't been buried yet.

Is Quinn... important to you?

Morty felt it was very important; the other person was the first anchor point through which he felt grounded and connected to the world.

Without her, facing this endless universe, I am merely a captain adrift on the sea, unsure of which way to go.

"Jesus... what should I do?"

"That bitch of fate... Everything I have now, I paid a price for, yet it only takes it away, it never stays with me! I've tried my best... why does it all have to leave me..."

What is the point of all this?

Morty covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously a few times. His first thought was alcohol, because only alcohol and something more intense could calm him down.

But doing so would mean that he was completely going to follow in Rick's footsteps.

Numbing oneself with alcohol and even stronger substances?

No! This is not the best choice for me!

Since I was able to bear the sadness in my heart over the past few days, I can also downplay the impact of these things on me and continue to live as a normal person in this world!

As Morty struggled to force himself to pull himself together.

A portal opened in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to Morty's right.

Sangmei, who had gone on vacation for a while, walked over with a smile on her face and carrying a large bag in each hand. She saw the mess inside the house and Morty sitting on the sofa with red eyes, a sad face, and a smile still lingering on his lips.

Clang...

All the plastic bags in her hands fell to the ground.

"Motty? Are you alright?"

"No... I'm not okay at all!"

Chapter 589 Can you let a man be alone for a while?

After Morty quietly recounted what had happened during her absence, Sangmei reached into a plastic bag and took out a bottle of strong liquor.

"Do not..."

"Don't resist it. You have to weaken your will now. You silly little brother, you always like to get stuck on some issues. You look just like I used to be, insisting on finding things to torment yourself in a meaningless life."

Morty refused to numb himself with alcohol, but how could Sammy let him refuse this 'treatment'?

After opening the bottle and forcing Morty to take a sip, Sangmei drank several mouthfuls straight from the bottle. Only after putting down the bottle and letting out a satisfied burp did she lazily lie down on the sofa.

I looked up at the ceiling, which used to be filled with bees, but now every little hole was empty.

Sang Mei lowered her head and asked in a relaxed tone, "Do you know that every woman's dream when she was a child was definitely not to spend all her time cooking for her family in the kitchen, or to have a predictable job, or to fall in love with someone who is not worth loving?"

Morty didn't speak, and Sangmei didn't expect him to answer anything on the matter. She looked out the window at the backyard with a complicated expression, muttering to herself...

The lawn, which hadn't been mowed for months, was now overgrown with weeds, and all sorts of strange insects were flying around in the sunlight. Some of these insects had reflective backs, making the colors outside the house less monotonous.

For other families, this would be a great day to go out and have fun.

Even if a father is unsuccessful in his career and looks worried, he will pretend to be very happy, drive his car, and take his wife and children, along with work friends or old friends from his student days, to the forest, stream, or seaside.

At night.

The men would gather around the grill, beer in hand, drinking while dealing with their energetic little kids, occasionally being called over by their wives, and spending the rest of the time waiting for the skewers to come out of the oven.

But these were never in Smith's house.

Jerry Smith had no friends, no job, and was so poor that he needed his wife's support. He was constantly bullied by his children, both openly and secretly. Yet, he lived like one of the most resilient creatures in the world.

But when he was little, his dream was to sit on the sofa all day long, watching TV with a numb expression, which was of no use except for producing carbon dioxide.

"Motty... just as I thought, the world we live in has never been paradise, not an utopia where the air is filled with sweet fragrance."

No child can ultimately achieve all of their childhood dreams.

"I know..."