Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"So what are you going to do next?" C137 placed the gun on the table.

The conflict between the two sides had reached a point where it was about to erupt.

On Grandpa's side, the three of them stood on the opera house where Tzeentch had once brought them, on that all-wooden high platform.

Morty stared at the sealed opening leading to his mind, his hands trembling slightly as he held the pickaxe. He hadn't considered the sacrifice his grandfather had made for him...

It turns out it was all to escape to the real world.

His method was almost unbelievable!

"This is your body, your brain, your dreams. To reopen the door to your mind, you must do it yourself, understand?"

The grandfather, standing to someone's right, spoke to Morty very seriously, but he didn't urge him on.

It's not just because these things can't be rushed.

Moreover, Morty must be willing to open this door for them to get that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Standing at the crossroads of fate, facing the oncoming winds of destiny.

Morty was very conflicted.

Because all of this was beyond his comprehension.

Or rather, he's still completely bewildered.

Chapter 618 Bookstore

"No rush, no rush. What's happening in Ruicheng right now is enough for C137 and Dark Mo to agonize over for a while. I've cut off all of the latter's other options, leaving him only the path he was meant to take."

Five minutes passed, and Morty remained motionless.

Grandpa wasn't in a hurry, because time in his brain was completely different from the outside world, and he could easily spend a good amount of time with Morty inside.

Until he willingly broke the seal.

In five minutes, Morty gradually digested some of the information, but some new questions also popped into his mind.

"I have no problem opening it, but I have a few questions that need answers!"

"Speak."

Hearing his grandfather's relaxed tone, Morty looked at his so-called brother and pointed at him, asking, "So who exactly is Tzeentch... or rather, if she likes this guy, why has she always wanted to see the outside world?"

Upon hearing this question, Grandpa chuckled and recounted the events of the past in detail.

"Well, actually Tzeentch has been in your mind for more than half a year. It appeared not long after I met you. Didn't you notice that it has all the emotions and communication systems that a normal person should have?"

"And why did Quinn have to learn everything from scratch when she was born? And why did she later develop some inappropriate feelings for you?"

"Yes, it was born a long time ago, it just wasn't female at first..."

"Where is she now? I need to know where she is and whether she's safe before I'm willing to break down this door!"

Knowing Morty would ask about Tzeentch's whereabouts, Grandpa didn't choose to lie to him. Instead, he shook his head and told him, "If you think I can't break this door, you're wrong. I could, but it would be much more drastic and would damage your brain, which is why I didn't."

"I will tell you Tzeentch's whereabouts, but not now, because you have feelings for her, genuine feelings; she has awakened in you a longing for beautiful love."

"And this kind of thing will make you weak."

Therefore, you cannot know now.

"Alright, so next, do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

Faced with his grandfather's increasingly assertive attitude, Morty remained silent for a few seconds, then picked up the shovel and began to dig a hole in his own head...

The seemingly sturdy wooden platform couldn't withstand even seven or eight blows from Morty's pickaxe.

As the planks began to crack one by one.

The mind that once contained countless people's 'brains' gradually appeared in front of Morty and his two companions. It was at this moment that Grandpa suddenly grabbed another guy by the neck.

Before Morty could react, he shot the guy dead and threw the body into his mind.

"Jesus! What are you doing?!"

"It's just about eliminating potential problems. Do you really want to get to know him, go for a drink, and then pick up a girl together?"

Grandpa threw down the gun, grabbed Morty's arm, and jumped into this world where countless people's true inner thoughts were manifested.

"grass!"

As soon as Morty jumped in, he felt himself falling. He had thought that everything in this world was floating, and that it should be a weightless environment like outer space.

But who knew that this place actually had gravity!!!

As the speed of his descent increased, Morty's vision began to blur, because his eyes could no longer keep up with the current speed.

Fortunately, this world is not boundless.

Just as darkness was about to fall before his eyes, Morty saw a European-style grand theater appear in the direction he was falling.

Another theater?

boom! ! !

The thought that flashed through my mind was nipped in the bud by the painless impact of the heavy fall.

As he lay on the ground panting heavily, Grandpa looked at the layout, which was exactly the same as the previous opera house, and he shouted excitedly.

"I did it! I finally did it!!!"

"What's going on..."

Before Morty could even process the dizzying changes, his grandfather forcibly pulled him up from the ground. The two of them, one with strong strides and the other with weak legs, headed towards the only door leading outside.

At the double doors, Grandpa stopped and asked Morty excitedly if he was ready.

"What can I possibly do... Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!!!"

When some old geezer, without even counting to three, pushed open the door in front of him, Morty just happened to see Iron Man riding a motorcycle with Wonder Woman on the back, passing by on the street in front of him.

Behind them was Pleasant Goat driving a police car, with a miniature Ultraman in the passenger seat.

Among the pedestrians on the street, there was a large group of Zoro, who was terrible at directions from One Piece, being driven forward by Sakata Gintoki from Gintama with a small wooden stick.

"Zoro! Don't trust your feelings! Don't believe you can find the way! One of your three great illusions is that you can find your way!! Keep moving forward!"

Not far away, Naruto, carrying a large backpack and running across houses, was handing out flyers to everyone with precise shuriken skills.

Snapped!

A flyer was smeared on Morty's face, obstructing his vision and bringing him to his senses.

Morty, whose face was a little sore, took the flyer off his face and looked at the dented part. His eyes were immediately drawn to the words on it.

"Jiraiya VR version of Icha Icha Paradise Experience Center... Jesus! What kind of place is this?"

"Bookstore!"

"Book...bookstore?"

Grandpa casually tossed the flyer in Morty's hand aside and led him into the bustling street. As they walked, he explained to Morty, "You know we live in a book, right? You've seen the show 'Remo.' When you meet me, do you think you're good enough to be a spin-off series, or just a character in a fan fiction novel?"

"Uh... a novel? I live in a novel?"

"Yes!" Grandpa said decisively.

After passing seven or eight characters who insisted on proving themselves to be the real One-Punch Man on the street, Grandpa led Morty into a dark alley. As he took out his teleportation gun, he said to Morty, "Some characters only have a certain ceiling, so those guys who spend their entire lives pursuing revenge, wealth, women, or even collecting Pokémon, are just trying to become stronger."

“But I’m different. I see our world as a world made up of books, and this world is gathered in bookstores. So... tell me, when you read a book, what is the world behind the book?”

"network?"

"Wrong! 0 and 1!"

Chapter 619 It's all meaningless (The Finale)

"Everyone living in the network is made up of 0s and 1s. Without 0s and 1s, we would not exist. So this raises another question: how do we leave this world?"

Watching Grandpa disassemble the teleportation gun, pour out all the teleportation fluid, and add black liquid inside, Morty hesitated for a long time.

Then he countered, "If you knew from the beginning how to get into the bookstore, why did you go through all this trouble?"

Grandpa replied, "Jesus! Have you really forgotten how I described my mind to you before?"

Seeing that Morty still didn't understand the concept, Grandpa prepared the teleportation gun and used the holographic projection on his watch to give Morty a lesson on the spot.

Similarly, this should also be his last lesson to Morty.

"First of all, everyone's brain is an independent entity, but your thoughts are not independent, because someone will always teach you things and help you distinguish right from wrong, justice from evil, right?"

"So when you listen to these words and obey these rules, you are actually placed within a certain area."

"The writings and insights of the people who first created civilization were passed down through generations, endlessly, until eternity."

"But their living conditions back then were so harsh that there weren't enough people to conduct another experiment."

"That is... if countless people truly believe something, will it actually happen?"

"You mean Schrödinger's cat?"

Seeing that Morty was getting the hang of it, Grandpa nodded with satisfaction. He selected a cat from the images provided by the AI ​​and threw it onto the holographic projection.

Pointing to the tabby cat, he continued, "Applying this to anything, it means that as long as you never lift the lid, good and bad will always be equal."

"Then why can't we go to the real world?"

Has anyone opened this lid?

"It seems not..." Morty said hesitantly, because he didn't know if anyone had tried... Jesus! This was his first time in this place! You're bombarding me with so much information right off the bat, are you trying to blow my brain up?

"Alright, time's up. I need to take care of something else first."

"what?"

Grandpa used a teleportation gun filled with black liquid to open a portal in the wall, and Morty and he passed through it together.

They entered an underground black market. In front of each stall, there was a lit lamp. The stall owners, who covered their bodies with black robes, did not seem to pay attention to all customers, and did not even shout to do business.

Who are we going to see?

"A big seller!"