Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Chapter 47 Omega Device

—The World of Rick and Morty—

The living room was completely silent.

Everyone was staring at the sky.

Morty's eyes widened, his pupils contracted slightly, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

His brain was struggling to process information that was completely beyond his cognitive range; the neurons were firing wildly as if they had short-circuited, but he was unable to form any valid conclusions.

That man.

The tough guy standing in the ruins, with eyes as sharp as knives, who almost stabbed Jacket Rick to death with one blow, was actually Jerry, his grandfather's lifelong enemy.

It's his father.

My own father!

This Jerry is different from the one sitting in the corner now, with a slightly protruding belly, always hunched over, and timid as a mouse... Well, actually, his own dad used to be the same.

What the hell happened?

What exactly happened to the father who was abandoned in Cronenberg's world?

Jerry, who used to be a loser who was despised by Rick, mocked by Xia Mo, disliked by Beth, and laughed at by everyone, is now a regular guy.

They almost killed Rick?

Morty's breathing became rapid.

He recalled how, on a whim, he asked his grandfather for help, which resulted in the whole world turning into monsters.

I'm reminded of Rick saying, "We can just switch universes."

And then they actually did it.

To leave that world completely behind.

What happened to Jerry after that?

What exactly happened?

Morty didn't know.

He never thought he would want to know.

But it's different now.

Rick almost died in his jacket!

Rick had been hunting down his lifelong enemy!

Morty's hands unconsciously clenched the sofa cushions, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes were a little red, but he couldn't explain why.

Because of shock? Because of pride? Because that abandoned father was actually more formidable than everyone else?

Or because—

Cool~

The word flashed through his mind.

That's so cool!

The image of Jerry standing in the ruins, stabbing Rick with a knife—

So cool!

He wanted to go back to find his biological father.

The real father who was abandoned in Cronenberg's world.

"That Rick killed me! He killed me!"

Jerry's scream interrupted Morty's thoughts.

He pointed at the sky, his face flushed red, and his voice was as shrill as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Jerry, this isn't you!"

Beth rolled her eyes, but her gaze still involuntarily drifted towards the sky—that muscular Jerry was indeed… kind of handsome.

"But who knows! Maybe it's something that happens in our world!"

Jerry's voice grew even shriller: "What if Rick comes looking for me! What if he wants revenge! I knew Rick coming to our house wouldn't be good! I knew—"

"Hey Mom, can I create a clone of myself and go play in space too?"

Xia Mo's excited voice chimed in.

"Xia Mo, shut up! I won't allow you to do that kind of thing!"

Beth turned her head sharply, her maternal instincts instantly overriding all other emotions.

"But you—"

"I'm an adult, you're a child!"

Xia Mo pursed her lips, but didn't say anything more.

In the garage.

Rick, holding the bottle, stared in disbelief as it hung suspended in mid-air.

To be honest, I've spent quite a bit of time in C-137 space myself, and I know Jerry very well. That coward, that weakling, that loser even his own daughter looks down on him—

He didn't look down on his son-in-law; in fact...

Okay, to be honest, he just looks down on Jerry.

Always complaining, always backing down, always making excuses.

I can't find a job, I can't shoulder responsibilities, and I'm even failing as a human being.

But who would have thought that Jerry would be able to deliver a fatal blow to his nemesis?

Although they didn't kill the opponent, this demonstrated one of their important techniques.

It heals quickly.

That wound healed in seconds. That wasn't ordinary regeneration; it was the ultimate biological modification. What had Jack Rick modified his body to? How much more damage could he withstand? Where were his limits?

Rick's fingers tapped unconsciously on the workbench, his mind already constructing countless combat simulation scenarios.

The focus is on biological modifications, unlike my own, which mainly involves the mechanization of the body.

Machinery has its advantages: stability, controllability, and replaceability.

Living things have their advantages: flexibility, adaptability, and unpredictability.

Finally, I faced off against the other side, which was very important intelligence.

Very important.

“Jerry of the M***F,” Rick muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a hint of appreciation that he himself was unwilling to admit, “you’ve done me a huge favor.”

He took a big gulp of wine, letting the hot liquid slide down his throat.

“For this reason,” he raised the bottle toward the fallen figure in the sky, as if offering a toast, “I will let bygones be bygones for the fact that your unemployed genes flow in my grandchildren… for now.”

A specific dimension.

"Wow, this Jerry is amazing! Should we bring him over here?"

At Morty's house.

Several Jerrys looked at the sky. The environment here was somewhat dilapidated, and it was obvious that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

The Jerrys here are quite different; some are in great condition, while others are covered in dust.

Jerry, the one in the jacket who was leading the group, glared at the person who had spoken.

"No need, we can live just fine on our own!"

"It's okay, it's all Jerry anyway..."

"Shut up! I'm the boss! You all have to listen to me!"

[After Rick and Jacket Rick brushed past each other this time, it took a long time for them to meet again.]

The catalyst for this encounter was a device created by the protagonist, Rick.

He never gave up on hunting down his enemy, Jack Rick, so he created a device.

【Dimensional Fusion Device (Decoy Catcher)】

The celestial screen unfolded, revealing a colossal device stretching across the universe. It was a mechanical structure comparable in size to a planet, forged entirely from dark metal, its surface densely covered with pulsating energy lines. Countless thick, tentacle-like probes extended from the main body of the device, like the tentacles of an octopus, probing into the torn rifts in space.

Jacket Rick created countless decoys of himself and distributed them across various parallel universes so that his enemies could not find his true self.

The device created by the protagonist Rick automates and makes the process of capturing and eliminating the bait much more convenient.

[However, Jacket Rick's skills are slightly better than the protagonist Rick's.]

The scene shifts to the interior of the device. Transparent pipes move like conveyor belts, and every few seconds a captured "Jacket Rick" slides in from the end of a pipe.

These jacketed Ricks all had the same face—blue hair, stubble, and a signature disdainful expression. Each one, upon being brought in, would first survey the unfamiliar space, then cross their arms and arrogantly look at the grandfather and grandson standing in front of the monitor.

Each of the Jacket Ricks brought in said a single word before being killed, and these words, when strung together, eventually formed a complete sentence.

"You, Rick, may not be as good as me, but you've got some skills and deserve praise."

[A highly sarcastic remark]

But Rick, the protagonist, wasn't angry at this point, because he knew he was about to find the real killer who murdered his wife.

In front of the monitor, the protagonist Rick watched expressionlessly as the clones slid past one by one.

His eyes were eerily calm, devoid of anger or anxiety, only displaying an almost cold certainty.

However, his actions also had repercussions in other distant worlds.

[True Infinite Universe]

The screen suddenly opened, leaving the "central finite curve" defined by Rick and his friends, and entering a completely different world.