Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

By taking a step back from the beginning, you've already won...

I just can't believe it's real...

After cursing at his grandfather a few times, Morty put the dice on the ground, preparing to reverse the flow again. Number 8 spoke up once more, saying, "Once we go back, all the connections we made with you will disappear. Don't trust any of us again."

"Don't worry, when I'm with you guys, I have to keep every pore on my body closed, for fear that you'll discover my flaws just by looking at the size of a pore," Morty replied with a look of disgust.

Upon hearing this, Number 8 smiled helplessly, and then time began to flow backward, returning to the moment when everyone was standing at the starting point.

One Morty, eleven Ricks, all standing on the first square.

"Fuck! Jesus! That idiot who committed suicide, he actually wanted us to play Monopoly?"

Do I look that free?

"P4 shit! After I leave here, I'm going to resurrect that bastard's corpse and kill him a thousand times!!!"

Just like at the beginning, the group of Ricks flew into a rage, cursing their grandfather and the bastard who had become a millionaire out of boredom.

Finally, urged on silently by the countdown above, they had no choice but to roll the dice and move forward.

When it was Morty's turn, Morty put down the dice in full view of everyone and began to walk backwards.

"What...what is he doing?!" Number 1 exclaimed in shock.

When they saw that Morty had moved back a step, Number 1 immediately realized that this was definitely cheating arranged by P850 for Morty!

Knowing that the situation was turning against them, Number 1 tried to run backward, but an invisible wall of air blocked his way.

Even when he pulled out his energy gun, each bullet was annihilated by an invisible protection as it approached Morty.

"We're doomed... If he manages to pull any tricks up his sleeve, we're all going to die here..."

Number 1 knows that Morty, who dares to defy Rick, has probably lost the most basic sense of respect for Rick.

People like Morty are the primary targets of the Ruicheng Commando and Ruicheng Assassins.

Because even a normal Morty, no matter how stupid or brainless, still has a quarter of Sanchez's blood in his veins. That special DNA means that Morty will always have a 25% chance of winning against Rick.

Of course, most of the time, Morty couldn't even keep 25%.

Therefore, when a Morty who dares to truly rebel against Rick appears, Rick City basically adopts the method of simply eliminating him.

To prevent this thing from growing into a menace one day.

It's cruel and cold-blooded; you can't even see a trace of family affection in it.

This is why Number One thought Morty would kill them all.

But at this moment, Morty was in a daze. He walked back six squares, but nothing happened!

Let's not even talk about the special effects, lighting pollution, and rhythmic noise.

There wasn't even a control handle or anything; I was stuck in this sixth square from the right.

Waiting for Rick, who's behind him, to roll the dice.

Rick and his friends, who had been waiting for an unexpected turn of events, did not choose to mock Morty like typical villains.

Instead, he fell into deep thought.

Morty was able to retreat without triggering any unusual events, which means that he himself didn't know how to find what he wanted, but he didn't know what it was either.

This means I still have a chance!

Number 1 gave a few people a look, signaling them to interfere with Morty, and then told everyone to play at the last second, and to have someone quickly make the space delay technology hacker!

Chapter 057 Time Reversal

[Did I not move back enough squares, or was my backward movement incorrect?]

Why make something as simple as cheating so complicated?!

Why can't you learn from Feng Lingyueying?!

From elation to bewilderment, and then to disappointment, Morty felt like he was on a rollercoaster, going up and down and back again and again.

Others can cheat by simply making a "ding" sound.

Zero latency, lightning-fast processing, instant service delivered right to your door, clearing the way for what was once a difficult path.

I'm fine.

After much contemplation and back-and-forth, he used his exceptional oratory skills to the fullest to persuade five Ricks to choose sacrifice through their father-daughter bond.

Finally, with Rick's guidance, I tried going back to the beginning.

Now we've reached the beginning, and we're also moving backward.

But there's nothing there!

What's even more infuriating is that those few Ricks who haven't even moved yet are now like big mouths, constantly mocking him from the sidelines.

"My God! At first, I really thought he had something up his sleeve! I really thought we were doomed!"

"Yeah! Look at his stupid little head. He's definitely Jerry's son, producing such a stupid idiot who's a complete disgrace to the word 'stupid'."

"Ha, Morty! Even if the P850 gives you a backdoor, you still can't use it, can you?"

Upon hearing the last person's words, Morty looked at him.

He had never known his grandfather's cosmic code before, and neither had the other Rick nor any of the other Ricks he had met ever revealed this information.

As a result, I unexpectedly learned that my grandfather's universe number was P850.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that even if I knew about it, it wouldn't really matter.

I didn't know before, it was just because I was filming a show, who would tell me these things?

Now that you know, you know.

"Sigh... so how exactly do I win..."

Morty looked up and sighed.

In this universe where there are no planets left, everything outside is pitch black except for the light emanating from the platform itself.

If this place were used as a prison, probably not many people could last long here; they would be driven insane by this suffocatingly quiet universe.

After one round of dice rolling, it was Morty's turn again.

In a bad mood, he casually threw down the dice. After seeing a '3', he took a step back, but nothing unusual happened.

He caught a glimpse of him on the sidewalk out of the corner of his eye, and a faint hope rekindled in his heart.

How about I give it a try?

And with that step... Morty really did go up there!

Ricks, who were already several squares away from Morty, became agitated again when they saw Morty walking onto the sidewalk.

After seeing Morty take the final step, walk directly into the store, take out a charcoal-grilled sausage, stand on the edge of the stall, lean half his body against the invisible wall, and eat it with a smug look on his face.

Ricks exchanged glances and hurriedly rummaged through their clothes.

Aside from all sorts of strange props, there was only one bottle of high-proof liquor per person.

Damn it!!!

Who the hell is so bored as to make a board game and then put food in the shop in the background?!

Can you be serious for once?!

This grilled sausage completely tarnished the prestige of a world-class board game, reducing it to something akin to a bicycle race in a third-rate county town!

Rick felt like he was going to vomit blood, but couldn't. He and his friends covered their legs with one hand, wanting to shower the P850 with a thousand "mmp"s of praise.

As expected of you...

The king of high-spec, low-spec gaming; the terminator of high-class style; the uncrowned king of down-to-earth style; a top contender for the fifth season of the Pokémon reality show.

As a gust of wind blew by, the aroma of grilled sausages, combined with cumin-flavored seasoning, wafted past Rick's nose.

Currently, they are not hungry and know they can resist the temptation.

But what if it takes even longer?

What should they do then?

To bow down to a Morty?

impossible!

Number 1 roared through gritted teeth, "Everyone! We need to finish this quickly! Let's move on to modular collaborative development! I'll be assigning tasks now!"

After finishing a sausage, Morty wiped his hands with a tissue. Hearing Number 1's words of solidarity, he rolled his eyes.

Why are you all working so hard?

Even if you compress the time to only half, I only need to reverse time to make all your efforts futile.

Morty, not foolish enough to warn them, filled his stomach with some food and then grabbed some packaged food and drinks.

In the second round, he stood directly next to number 12, drinking cola and eating potato chips, while also commenting on the other person's cooking skills.

"Hey! This needs to be made with Torx nails, how could you use Phillips head nails? Can't you have a little professionalism? My Rick would never make such a mistake."

"..."

"The wire is too long. You've wasted at least two centimeters of wire. Do you know that for every centimeter of wire produced, several grams of copper have to be dug out from underground? This over-mining leads to soil erosion and eventually desertification, you know?"

"..."

"Get started! Why is your right hand shaking? Are you a Parkinson's patient? Holy crap! Ruicheng is really short-staffed! They're even letting patients join the assault team. If they're that short of manpower, let me tell you!"

“Find any parallel universe, go to any city in China, drop off a bunch of flyers, and tell them that as long as they work in Ruicheng for ten years, they will be given a chance to travel to a parallel universe, plus a system or a lot of money. I guarantee that Ruicheng will immediately have at least tens of millions of high-quality laborers!”

"If we could turn back time a little, and let these people go back to when they were a few years old, then let alone C137, these animals would blow up C1377777!"

"...Time can be reversed...reverse? Fuck! Morty!"

Number 12, who had keenly caught the idea of ​​time reversal, suddenly raised his head, startling Morty.

His tiger-like eyes were filled with sudden realization.

He and the others felt that there was something strange about Morty.