Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Yes, at least that's what he thinks.

Jerry, carrying a large handful of greenish-orange wild berries, walked out of the forest. Seeing that Morty was ignoring him, he immediately moved closer and stood shoulder to shoulder with Morty.

I was just about to let Morty try this sweet wild fruit.

"Hold on, do you really think we're here to play some kind of sandbox game? Let's focus on what's outside that energy shield first!"

Following Morty's pointing finger, Jerry saw a large group of humanoid monsters with scythe-like limbs, no eyes or nostrils, only sharp teeth and a large mouth. They were constantly climbing up the energy shield with their scythe-like hands, searching for its weak points.

"Jesus! This...isn't this a sandbox game full of endless creativity and laughter?"

"Do you think there's any joy in a typical grandfatherly lifestyle? When was the last time you saw him smile?"

"I haven't spent as much time with him as you have. When was the last time you saw him smile?"

"The...last time...it must have been in my past life..."

After Jerry mentioned it, Morty recalled that he could hardly remember ever seeing his grandfather smile.

It's as if this person has deleted laughter from their facial expressions.

However, that's not the focus right now.

Instead, this broken sandbox game, just like the old man's style, has no lighthearted or joyful atmosphere at all! There's only a bunch of alien monsters of unknown number outside the energy shield.

Jesus!

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a sandbox game?!

Morty wanted to just give up and wait for the alien monsters to break into the energy shield before starting the fight, but Jerry, whose mentality has been getting increasingly arrogant lately, was definitely not willing to do that.

"Motty! Come on! Let's build a table out of wood first!"

Jerry, having somehow acquired a piece of rotten wood, enthusiastically recruited Morty into the game.

"Where does the wood come from..." Morty asked the brainless guy listlessly.

"Um... let's cut down the tree!"

"Then how are you going to cut down a tree with your bare hands?"

"Use an axe!"

Where did the axe come from?

"Forehead..."

After a series of questions and answers, Jerry finally realized just how terrible the situation was. Was he really going to have to start from scratch in this small area surrounded by a giant energy shield?!

This... I accept the challenge!

Nothing could stop a man who had faced tens of millions of bullets at close range and yet escaped without even a scratch! Nothing!

Seeing Jerry, whose fighting spirit seemed to have been ignited by who-knows-where, turn around and rush into the forest, ready to put on a grand show titled "Wilderness Survival - Starting from a Piece of Wood - We Will Surely Crush the Alien Enemy Tomorrow - Jerry Version".

Morty chose to... lie down.

Because he wasn't really interested in this kind of thing; the nanobots on his body were definitely capable of wiping out all the alien enemies outside.

But what's the point?

Morty lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds and blue sky in the artificial sky. Feeling utterly exhausted, he just wanted to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

So while Jerry was busy in the forest, Morty fell into a deep sleep, much to the disappointment of the alien races outside the energy shield.

"Hiss~ Mysteriously appearing polluted terrain on the planet Juju, along with two aliens with deformed five fingers, one of whom seems to be asleep! Let's have our Juju experts analyze what's going on, hiss~"

Inside a stone house built of black rocks, beside a wide pipe, seven or eight alien enemies in Morty's eyes were gathered at the pipe's opening, which connected to the television station. They were using their tongues' scent analysis organs to read the information from the scents wafting from the pipe.

Mysterious aliens?

A wall of light that prevented them from entering the interior?

And what about those mysterious plants that grew on the earth after being mysteriously polluted?

For the inhabitants of the planet Juju who have not yet entered the outer space age, this is a plot that only appears in science fiction stories.

Science fiction has now become reality.

Countless people naturally wanted to climb that wall of light to see what an alien beyond their imagination looked like.

Well, for the Juju aliens who have no eyes, nose, or five fingers, creatures like Morty and Jerry with extra facial features and very strange hands, including five forked fingers that form the entire palm, are simply the perfect embodiment of their fantasies about alien life.

That's right! That's exactly how it should be!

If they all looked like us, would they still be called aliens?

So the Juju aliens left their homes built of black rock, stepping on the black scorched earth that felt most comfortable under their feet, carrying a 'sumptuous and delicious' feast, and swarmed towards Morty's direction.

But someone is just slacking off and sleeping.

The only conscious person saw that more and more alien enemies had begun to occupy most of the energy wall, and were only about half an hour away from covering the entire energy wall.

Jerry... gave it his all!

I must make some spears before the aliens launch their attack!

Chapter 605 He Smells Sad

Trees have many uses, but for humans, their earliest use was as weapons.

As the number of alien enemies outside the energy shield increases.

Jerry, who had slipped and fallen flat on his face when he entered the forest, was lying on his side for a long time because the tree roots were too slippery. Just when he was about to give up because of his illness, he was instantly energized when he saw the movements of the aliens.

This man, with twenty years' worth of aged, fatty flesh, gritted his teeth and stood up. Although the pain in his right calf hadn't subsided at all, he still chose to stand!

A small pain!

You will never make me submit!

I, Jerry Smith, will make Morty look at me in a completely different light today!!!

Drink up!!

Aiming at a rather 'slender' tree, Jerry, being right-handed, instinctively delivered a right roundhouse kick, causing him double the pain.

He fell to the ground.

She started humming softly.

This scene was also perfectly perceived by the Juju aliens who were lying on the energy shield, using the scent analysis organs on their tongues.

They initially communicated with hissing sounds, but after Jerry successfully knocked himself down again, his screams and the smell of pain caused the onlookers to immediately emit hissing sounds similar to crows, but sharper than the original.

It was as if they were mocking this foolish alien for being so overconfident.

It seems that the imagination of those science fiction writers is not so great after all!

What? Aliens come to our planet and are incredibly powerful? Look at this alien! It's actually quite silly and cute!

For a moment, the blood pressure of Juju Star's well-known science fiction writer, who was also paying attention to this major event that would affect the global landscape, suddenly rose.

Over the years, I have racked my brains to describe those mysterious outer space worlds and the various aliens that may appear before us.

One after another, there are popular book titles, one after another short story that has been regarded as a classic, and even top-notch works adapted into movies.

The first alien to arrive on our planet... was this?!

Some of the more short-tempered science fiction writers smashed all the 'original scent' collection bottles in their homes to pieces on the spot.

Write nmlgb!

Even more extreme, some have gone so far as to announce that they will never write science fiction again.

The hearts of countless science fiction fans were shattered.

A fantastical future? Mysterious aliens?

That's it? That's it?

Walking can lead to tripping and falling, and kicking a 'thin' tree can even hurt yourself. How are we supposed to talk about our imaginations at book clubs now... compared to reality...?

Or is magical realism more powerful?

However, the Juju Star people who were watching at the scene, with their scent information analysis organs that had evolved over millions of years, still managed to 'smell' the 'melancholy' scent emanating from Morty.

It was a deathly aura, a feeling of almost giving up everything, with no light left in one's eyes, leaving only the scent of a walking corpse.

Of course, this wasn't aimed at them, but at that tiny alien himself.

"Hiss~ Why is he so depressed? He smells so sad? Hiss~"

"Hiss~ You have to think of it this way: since he's an alien, if he could leave this place, wouldn't he have left long ago? So his sadness is because he can't leave this planet, hiss~"

"Hiss~ Big brother is so smart! You were able to analyze so much information! May I ask where you work? Hiss~"

"Hiss~ I'm a science fiction writer who came here to gather material... but I'm considering changing careers. That other alien is just too stupid, hiss~"

"..."

As more and more aliens gathered on the energy shield, Jerry stood up again. This time, he didn't show off his leg techniques.

After all, that kick just now not only still hurts his right calf, but also caused him to strain his lower back due to the excessive force.

So, let's rely on tonnage!

With his right foot on the tree trunk and his left foot raised high, Jerry found his balance and placed both feet on the trunk simultaneously. Using his own weight, Jerry successfully felled a small tree without using his hands! He got a tree trunk!

Looking at the tree that had been broken by his own weight, but was still connected by half of its trunk and bark, Jerry crouched down and reached out to grab the trunk.

With a strong pull, the tree trunk was in hand.

So what's the next step?

emmmmm...

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Jerry decided to first find some plants suitable for making rope, like dry grass... no! Shouldn't it be those with large leaves? That doesn't seem right either... Should he look for hemp plants??

"I don't think I can find it here..."

Jerry glanced around the forest and could see an apple tree thirty meters away, but he couldn't spot any hemp plants.

Left with no other choice, he could only endure the pain in his foot and begin to explore the forest step by step.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, he saw a stream, a hillside, and a pink fire axe lying under a tree, with large words painted on it in dark pink: "Admit you're a weakling, and you can use it."