I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Now! I'm telling you, the grandson next to you is just a fake, hahaha! You've already lost to me! Your very existence and consciousness come from my pity! How do you feel? How do you feel now?

And you! You blindfolded brat! You make me laugh! You hate Rick, you hate Central Limited Curve, and you're running for the leadership of Rick City with my puppet! Hahaha!

And then what? You said there wasn't a single good Rick in the world! What did you do after I inserted my own grandson's memories into yours?!

Oh! You told him you'd kill your own grandfather for him! You told him you wanted to go on adventures with him for a hundred years! You even got jealous when you saw him talking to other people about things you didn't understand! Hahahaha!

I'll give your memories back to you right now! Wouldn't that be more interesting for you?!

Below that large screen, the grandfather and grandson, besieged by an overwhelming horde of enemies, were even more distraught upon hearing his words.

In particular, Morty was accidentally hit by a machine that suddenly appeared. However, the machine was not destructive; instead, it was actually transmitting some memories to him.

Both of them were at a complete disadvantage, with only a massive tsunami suddenly bursting out from a magic gate offering some protection for his mother.

"No! You can't!" Morty covered his head.

"What can you do now? I defeated you once. Oh! Now it's the second time!"

Your weakness makes me want to laugh. What are you going to do now? What are you going to do? What should you do?

Should I put all of that—bass, sammi, birdman—into an omega right in front of you all?

"Hmm, how about we start with Jerry, whom you hate the most? I've already saved up all the otherworldly counterparts of these people!"

Hahaha! Look at your foolishness! Who are you still counting on?

Are you expecting anything from that pathetic guy hiding on a distant space station eating a hamburger? Parallel universes, multiverses—I've always been the only genius in the world. If I want, I can control everything, and trampling on you is my greatest pleasure in life!

Sometimes I feel like even playing house with you guys is a bit of a letdown…

Just as Jacket Rick was laughing wildly on the screen.

Suddenly, a spatial rift opened from the middle of the space station.

Two purplish-black, demonic hands emerged from the rift, tearing everything around it apart and gradually ripping the world apart.

It is so enormous that it is immeasurable, not in terms of size but in terms of presence, like an ant looking up at a human tower, or like plankton being inadvertently eaten by a passing whale.

Just two hands evoked a deep sense of fear, and the blasphemous connotations they carried seemed to constantly attack people's nerves.

Although she cannot reach the level of becoming the rule of the world, the amount of magic she possesses has reached a level that can change the laws of the universe. This is the most intuitive description of her power in a certain formula book.

It wasn't some enormous, universe-like behemoth; emerging from the torn rift was a girl dressed entirely in black, with pink bandages tied around her head and black wings on her back.

Rick

Chapter 437 Universe: No!

What...what did you do?

As Jacket Rick escaped the control room in the base's railcar, he looked back at what had suddenly appeared.

He had clearly set up multiple layers of protection throughout the base, both inside and out.

Especially for that kid who entered the stage early, after analyzing all his abilities, he pulled out a lot of mysticism and targeted gear.

A magic-free zone that renders common otherworldly magic ineffective.

A magnetic field suppressor that prevents the magnetic force from spreading.

Absolute mental protection against brainwaves.

And the most troublesome soul suppressor.

With these things, plus the strongest protection, once deployed, within a light-year radius, as long as that brat appears, he will become no different from an ordinary person, except that his physical strength is slightly higher.

However, no matter how high the intensity, it will be meaningless under the direct modification of the fundamental values ​​of the universe by his mathematical weapons.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Rick and his friends' battles seem to consist mostly of simple laser exchanges.

However, it is not difficult to see from the antimatter pistols that can slaughter high-dimensional creatures that those are actually extremely compressed penetrating attacks. The reason why the destructive range cannot be increased is simply because the enemies are usually not that big.

Moreover, these things only target technology. To prevent countermeasures from chat groups, he had already installed various basic protections.

But at this moment, in the calculations of the nanomachines on his body, the thing that appeared seemed to be distorting the rules of the surrounding universe, rendering all the laws he was familiar with invalid, turning them into the most primitive, chaotic, and frenzied active particles.

However, after seeing that thing, Jacket Rick felt relieved.

"It's you. The one who tore apart the central finite curve?"

Since you've been in the group, you must have seen the task that has troubled the whole group for so long, as well as the publicly available information.

After the initial shock comes understanding.

Since he knew that such a thing existed in the group, how could he not have prepared a method to deal with it? He just didn't expect that this thing could see through his disguise and accurately lock onto this universe.

No… Jacket Rick looked towards a space station in the distance. Someone must have called her here.

Although he himself had never tested whether it actually worked.

It's just that using that thing will take some time, and now someone is coming to help me buy myself some time.

……

The demon's claws tore the world apart, and the central finite curve that forcibly held the world in place was also destroyed at the same time.

This kind of thing might go unnoticed by some ordinary living beings until they are destroyed.

But for all the powerful beings in the universe, this is like dropping a nuclear bomb in their own home.

It announced its arrival to the entire universe without reservation.

The next moment, countless things that looked like they had mouths growing out of their heads appeared here.

Time and space manager.

An advanced civilization that is immortal and indestructible, they generally do not participate in any struggles for supremacy or external affairs. They play a role in this universe similar to that of Cupid, maintaining the stability of spacetime in their own way.

Unless someone starts messing with the timeline, they generally don't even bother with spatial matters.

They even looked down on the idea of ​​the most dangerous person in the universe.

Moreover, this time they even equipped themselves with various weapons from their own civilization.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

"Wait, why didn't our future selves appear? Could it be that this seemingly dangerous girl is actually easy to handle?"

They questioned each other, but at the same time they raised their weapons.

For them, time is the process of particles colliding and reacting with each other, but what they interfere with is the real timeline, which directly involves the causal level of the universe. They can directly make a race that once existed disappear from the source of causality.

They casually pressed the button to freeze time, then pointed their weapons at the demon that dared to intrude into this world.

They want to exile the enemy to the infinite possibilities of the universe, where only Schrödinger's cat exists, where everything is meaningless, and no life form can contend with chaos itself.

They never considered that perhaps their future selves didn't appear simply because they no longer had a "future."

And they didn't realize how foolish it was to play with time in the face of the god of time.

It is immortal and indestructible, and can only be harmed within the narrow passages of time; even then, the harm cannot be fatal.

All of this was meaningless, and even their defenses that could stop time vanished when a black feather fell.

They were destroyed from before they were even born from this race that was adept at manipulating cause and effect.

It wasn't that there were no obstacles; every single one of them in the entire universe, upon sensing the crisis, went to the origin of everything. Moreover, to ensure the birth of their race, they had already erected numerous barriers throughout the long river of time.

They also used the strongest force to protect their birth.

However, it's meaningless. The feather drifts across that long stretch of time and falls clearly in the "present," yet it has already crushed the countless rivers of fate that have flown through the "past" to the other side.

That feather, in the distant past, was the "cause" for the emergence of the spacetime manager civilization in this universe, which had destroyed everything.

The spacetime manager was erased from spacetime.

It's as if they're trying to distract themselves from the meaninglessness of the world after losing their loved ones.

Homura Akemi, who appeared, actually did something similar to Rick C-137 who had lost his wife. Instead of destroying the world directly, she calmly moved towards Rick at the speed of light after landing, stepping on the ruins.

Her black wings unfurled slightly, as if billions of dark rays of light, capable of destroying everything in the world, were gathering behind her. The origin of these things was smaller than the most basic microscopic particles in the universe, but once these writhing things erupted, everyone knew that it might mean the fall of the entire material world.

Light and shadow intertwine. Even if the enemy perishes, what does it matter? This monstrous demon god still exists in the void and can still survive. In this corner of the universe, the battle that determines the survival of the entire world unfolds.

The next one to appear was a dinosaur.

The dinosaurs of this world are particularly special. They have long mastered incredibly advanced technology, and can even solve the central finite curve crack that C-137 Rick was somewhat troubled by in an instant.

However, their stance is different from Rick's reckless behavior.

They do not want to leave their universe.

Their stance is one of absolute goodness; they traverse their own universe, doing everything in their power to help any civilizations they encounter.

"Please stop. Is there anything that cannot be discussed?"

They simultaneously used 57 billion common languages ​​from across the universe as a means of communication to deliver messages to the intruder in the affair.

However, the thing in front of them seemed to have no interest in it at all, and continued to accumulate energy and spread its wings.

……

"Look at the kind of father you've raised! You still expect me to trust you? How can you expect to be trusted by the spacetime administrators without using emotional energy?"

As Kree poked his head, Cupid looked at the terrifying scene in the distance, feeling the collapse of countless cosmic rules on the monitor, and raised his paw.

"Think about it from your human perspective. Actually, we're not the original Kyubey either. We haven't harmed her. We're creations from her dream. Is it too late for us to convert to her now?"

Yukari Yakumo was already somewhat numb, having realized that crying, fussing, and pleading were all useless against this heartless man.

She is currently writing her will in the chat group, hoping that some people will help take care of Gensokyo and that Ramodoro will join the chat group after her death.

Chapter 438 The Dinosaurs Die! Ruicheng Perishes!

If what's in front of you is something that's come seeking revenge.

She might then suggest that they would be let go if someone handed over Rick.

Unfortunately, what appeared before the dinosaurs was a crazy old woman.

A fucking destructive madwoman.

She doesn't care about reason or kindness.

A single, eternal testament that transcends time, space, and causality may be something worth pursuing for some who crave power.

But to her, it was just a curse, a curse that would inevitably lead her to tear the world apart and keep Madoka by her side no matter what.

In the distant past, during those countless madnesses, the little girl who used to be so weak she could barely lift a crowbar was already dead.

Regardless of any words, seemingly endless magical power burst forth.

It could no longer be described as light; the beams of light connected together expanded rapidly like a dark, rolling magic ball.

Faced with such a blatant and unreasonable attack, could the dinosaur withstand it?

Okay, I'll take it.

Even when facing a multiverse superpower capable of altering the rules of the universe.

Dinosaurs were not entirely without means of resistance.

The ultimate goal of advanced civilizations, whether in terms of weapons or energy, will be to utilize the fundamental rules of the universe.

As the gems on the heads of several dinosaurs flashed simultaneously, the dark sphere of light unfolded like a scroll in this three-dimensional spacetime.

It's a dimensional reduction attack!

These things can achieve dimensional reduction attacks simply by using the creations they carry with them.

Furthermore, given their absolutely benevolent stance, this kind of dimensional reduction is probably controllable.

The magical energy, the pitch-black sphere, which in an instant expanded to the size of a star, transformed from a three-dimensional expansion into a "painting".

Every detail and every corner of the painting is so exquisite and detailed, because the basic concept of height has been forcibly removed from what are actually real three-dimensional objects.

The falling process proceeded from the outside inwards at an extremely rapid speed; in the blink of an eye, the energy sphere, which had expanded to the size of a star, seemed to have been completely annihilated.

Moreover, even while attacking, the dinosaurs continued to talk.

"We will stop when we reach you, powerful and beautiful creature. You should not vent your anger on weak lives."

Please listen to the songs of hundreds of millions of brilliant civilizations in our universe, then stop what you're doing and leave. We know you are in pain, and we are willing to leave with you. We will definitely help you find a way to relieve your suffering and remove the curse that binds you.