Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The giant toad used this example to tell him that if he nodded and agreed to ignite the fire of the divine kingdom, then in the future, Morty could also become a true god and possess the power of the divine kingdom.

This is essentially what it is.

We must wrest the power to determine all values ​​and matters from those creatures as insignificant as ants!

How long, wide, and high is one meter?

How big of an explosion can 30 kilograms of explosives create?

Whether a banana possesses magical abilities depends entirely on whether the gods are willing to bestow some kind of magical power upon it.

These things are all decided by them!

Instead of the way it is now.

To make an ordinary glass bottle, we first need to organize people to dig for raw materials and collect minerals such as quartz sand, limestone, feldspar, and soda ash.

Then through blablabla...

How annoying!

God said, "Let there be light!" and there was light!

God said, "Let there be glass bottles!" And so there were glass bottles!

God said that those who read this book will be handsome! So you... might be a little bit handsome...

In short, if we reclaim the ultimate power to determine the material and immaterial forms, then the gods will be true gods.

This explains why one must ignite the fire of the divine kingdom.

It will inevitably be hunted down by all technological civilizations.

Because it took thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years for them to develop their technological trees, and their unique 'periodic table of elements' were the result of the most intelligent people of each era devoting their entire lives to them.

Now a deity jumps out and says...

From today onwards, oxygen is carbon, and gold is silver.

Even the slightest change in the most ordinary element can cause a dramatic transformation in the technological tree of a scientific civilization.

Needless to say, when countless elements change!

If they do it that way, I'm afraid they'll have to cut off every single hair on my head and roast it over a low fire over and over again...

[This infuriatingly advanced technological civilization is definitely going to erase my soul from this world...]

Given such a high risk, it would be impossible for Morty not to be apprehensive.

Therefore, he wanted to reject the proposal outright.

After all, it's a choice between finding a conspiracy group and angering all the forces in the open. Anyone would know which choice to make!

"What if you could control this process?"

"We have already existed for hundreds of millions of years, and countless years await us in the future, so there is no rush for us to complete it within a few million years..."

Morty: "Not in a hurry within a few million years? Wait! How do I make this? And how many people can I summon at the same time to fight? Can I even put together a family photo? If you're willing to come out and pose together, I'm willing to lower the timeframe!"

Giant toad: "..."

The King in Yellow: "..."

The sudden turn of events completely shattered the previously serious atmosphere at the scene.

Damn...

For example, they provide welfare benefits and paint a rosy picture of a bright future.

Even that's not as important as this time?

So you were worried about the length of time just now?

The speechless toad rubbed its forehead, its lips twitching violently. After taking several deep breaths to calm itself down, it spoke to Morty.

"No matter how many people participate, the countdown is ten million years. If we calculate it as one year per summoning, how about that?"

Chapter 119 The Second Layer of Dreams

The total is ten million years.

One appearance can replace a year's worth of appearances.

That is, ten million opportunities to command the Old Ones.

Facing the expectant gazes of more than twenty bigwigs, Morty slowly raised his right hand and said to them, "How about... a little more? Thirty million years, how about it?"

Giant toad: "..."

Suppressing the urge to kill the greedy fellow outright, the most patient toad with humans patiently haggled with Morty like a street vendor.

As for the other Great Old Ones, seeing that they had largely reached a consensus, they didn't bother wasting time and energy watching how the two of them negotiated the price.

Anyway, for the Great Old Ones.

What difference could there be between ten million years and thirty million years?

It's just a matter of sleeping a little longer. Even if I'm awake during this time, I can watch how different civilizations started by drilling wood to make fire and eventually collapsed and perished, just to pass the time.

On the contrary, this trans-universe spiritual projection is very energy-consuming. If I do too much during this period of wakefulness, I will fall into a deep sleep prematurely.

In that case, we'll miss the train of the divine fire.

So when Morty successfully secured the offer from the Cthulhu Group for 23 million.

All that remained by his side were the giant toad and the King in Yellow.

"Let's sign the contract now," the giant toad said, waving its right hand. A mark resembling a bat-eared, humanoid toad belly appeared on its hand.

Faced with this practice that was clearly a contract on the soul level, Morty felt a bit resistant from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was a time traveler!

Any time traveler, especially those who transmigrate through the soul branch, will have a psychological and physiological aversion and disgust towards the concept of the soul.

However, he wanted to use more than twenty big shots from across the universe to fight for him.

It seems there's no better way than this.

Otherwise, based on just a few words?

Why should they be treated like slaves?

Alright, alright, I'll make a pact with the gods, betting you'll be moved...

For some reason, Morty suddenly thought of that sentence, looking at the giant toad's face, which was so ugly that even the director would strongly insist on beautifying it if it were used in a horror movie.

Yeah, with that face, there's absolutely no way I could be attracted to her.

Morty, no longer lost in thought, reached out to grab the mark, but just as he was about to touch it, a bullet...

It traced a perfect arc in the sky and struck Morty in the chest.

Who! ! !

Morty, the giant toad, and the King in Yellow all looked in the direction the bullet had been fired.

The entire sky was darkening at the speed of light as Morty was about to enter a new phase of awakening, and everything was returning to its original state.

In the last second.

Morty looked at Jerry holding the gun, his face filled with fear. The way Jerry, who was clearly a coward, was still going to do something against his will, stirred a strange feeling in Morty's heart.

If a cowardly person does something out of extreme fear for a particular person or event, does that mean they are cowardly?

Morty realized that the connection had been severed, and the world before him went black.

Once his sight was restored, he lay back in bed.

This time, after getting up, Morty didn't even bother to put on his clothes and went straight to the master bedroom.

Upon entering, the scene is still Beth trying to suffocate Jerry.

That loser who dared to shoot and kill himself in front of two Great Old Ones, severing the soul agreement he had signed.

At this moment, Beth, whose veins were bulging, was pinning him to the bed, unable to move.

Morty stepped forward, kicked Beth away again, and then pulled Jerry up.

What did you mean by firing the gun just now?

Jerry, rescued from under the pillow, still retained the cowardly and timid demeanor he often displayed in dangerous situations.

"me..."

After stammering for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence, Morty raised his hand and slapped the scoundrel across the face.

"Is this pain enough for you to say a complete sentence?"

Snapped!

"not enough?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a few hard slaps, Jerry's face swelled up a bit, but his expression became even more desperate, because he realized that he was in Morty's dream.

As long as he can't leave here.

So Morty can treat Jerry however he wants in his own home arena.

Therefore, under such circumstances...

Jerry finally managed to stammer out a complete sentence: "I...I admit I can be stubborn sometimes, but on things I don't understand at all! I trust Rick's judgment! You can't make any deals with them!"

Hearing Jerry's powerful and resounding speech...

Morty was somewhat surprised.

Is this slightly overweight, middle-aged man in front of me the same guy I knew before?

Just as Morty was thinking about what to say.

A miniature version of the King in Yellow, standing 1.8 meters tall, appeared in the southeast corner of the master bedroom, while a giant toad, also shrunk many times over, emerged from the northeast corner.

"You're stopping us from signing the agreement. You're such a lowly creature, aren't you afraid of dying?"

The menacing toad came up and cursed, then stepped on Jerry's ribs. The seemingly hard bone was cut like butter by the toad's monstrous strength.