Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The three remained deadlocked for a while.

Grandpa abandoned all patience tactics and went straight to the point, saying, "Prove it to me! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

“Okay! But we need to go back to the dream world!” Dream Rick replied crisply.

Grandpa didn't waste any time. He picked up the helmets he had made earlier and gave one to Morty and one to Dream Rick. When he saw Sammy, he asked her if she wanted to come along.

Sangmei, wanting to know whether her actions were right or wrong, naturally followed along.

So the four of them entered Rick's dream.

Unlike Morty's community.

The 'initialization screen' of Dream Rick appears to be inside a European opera house.

As soon as the four appeared on the stage, they saw the opera house with two levels of seating, and above the eight large crystal chandeliers was a ceiling of countless relief sculptures of human faces with different emotions.

Shy, angry, charming, sad—the faces of men and women, each with a completely different expression, perfectly illustrate what it means to have a thousand faces.

"What impeccable taste," Grandpa remarked sarcastically to Dream Rick.

Completely unconcerned about the irony of his dream, Rick raised his foot and slammed it into the ground, kicking a hole through the wooden floorboards beneath him.

He then squatted down, prying the wood apart as he explained.

"You should know that I am a Rick who unexpectedly gained self-awareness from my subconscious. This determines that in the general world of the non-material realm, I have a more 'sensitive sense of smell' than you..."

"Alright! Alright! I'm running out of patience! Just tell me what exactly Sangmei did!"

Grandpa's impatient urging silenced Rick in his dream world, who focused solely on his work.

After the wooden planks in front of him were completely pried open, Dream Rick gestured for the three of them to come and take a look.

Suspecting something was amiss, Morty and his two companions slowly approached.

Upon seeing the scene below, the group immediately broke out in a cold sweat, as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable and terrifying thing in the world!

"This...this...is this...Sangmei's mind, which is invisible...is this the mind?"

"Correct!"

Morty, whose vocal cords were trembling, stammered out a question. After receiving a resolute answer, he no longer regarded the scene before him as a delaying tactic by Rick in his dream.

Because the world before them was something that even if five Ricks worked together, they could never create in such a short time, let alone him!

In the black-background world below, countless bizarre creatures are changing in their own ways.

This scene transcends any descriptive words; no single sentence can simply summarize or describe everything that Morty was witnessing.

For example, in Morty's upper right, there is an eight-year-old girl. She exudes youthful energy, but her lower body is replaced by the legs of an eight-legged spider. Every time her cute pouty little mouth opens, an adult's arm appears in front of it.

The seemingly gentle hand-holding is, of course, a prelude to a brutal drain on his lifeblood.

With a tug-of-war between their hands, two large spiders leaped out and gnawed the arm to pieces until all the edible parts were devoured by the three of them!

For example, there's an old soldier in the lower left corner of Morty's field of vision. He looks to be only eighty years old, but he has the appearance of a towering hero. However, his upper body is wrapped with seven or eight iron chains that are embedded in his flesh and bones.

Behind the iron chain, several baby carriages were being pulled, with several middle-aged men and women sitting in them. They couldn't speak or move, but would cry out when they were hungry.

The veterans had no choice but to stop, take out the few coins they had in their pockets, and put some into the mouths of the crying children to stop them from crying out.

"Jesus, I can't stand it anymore... It's like a reminder of how many disgusting things are hidden in every corner of this world where the sun doesn't shine."

"Me too... I couldn't stand it anymore!"

"Count me in..."

After the three of them, feeling uncomfortable, looked away, Dream Rick immediately picked up where he left off and continued speaking.

"What you were in the so-called non-material world, the afterlife, was merely a different way of living in the real world. It was just the soul leaving the body and living in a different way; it didn't really delve into the deeper world."

"Just like now, the world we just saw is both the world of the mind and the deeper world."

"Dreams belong to ourselves, so they can be considered a surface world."

"I understand this concept, but you might not quite grasp it right now, so let me give you a simple example."

Have you ever had the feeling that your thoughts sometimes align with those of others, or that one night you have a dream that is exactly the same as someone else's dream?

"Isn't this so-called telepathic connection very strange?"

"If a person is a completely independent individual, and the information in their brain has no possibility of being leaked, why would others think exactly the same as you?"

"He was an eighteen-year-old man who had lived in a villa area since childhood. His family owned three cars, and he could be happy every day without worrying about the future. To pass the time, he wanted to try his creative abilities, so he decided to start writing."

"She lived in a small town three thousand kilometers away from this man, where job opportunities were scarce and incomes were modest. However, she wanted to use as much time as possible to supplement her family's income, so she decided to use her imagination to write a fantasy novel."

"Two people with no common characteristics suddenly start writing novels at the same time, and end up writing exactly the same thing."

"If you can't find a reason for something with a probability of only 0.00000000001%, you can only call it a coincidence. But if the fire of the divine kingdom hasn't been ignited, the operation of everything must follow a logical cause-and-effect relationship."

What allows two completely different people to do exactly the same thing?

Is it love? Is it hate? Is it destiny?

"No! It's because within your 'minds,' your own minds, which you believe belong only to yourselves, collided here! Naturally, you came to the same conclusion!"

"That's right! Consciousness! Subconsciousness! Memories! They're all your own!"

"But you bunch of fools! The moment you connect with this world, that is, when you learn the language and culture of a people, you are already passively incorporated into that mindset!"

"Once you form an ID, a character that belongs to you will be created in your mind!"

"And that's why I asked you to come!"

"Do you remember the tremors we experienced in Morty's dream?"

"Before I left the dream world, Sangmei removed that special device, which is equivalent to opening a huge hole in Morty's dream!"

"And that vulnerability is right in the brain!"

"As long as one person's 'role' falls into Morty's brain through the loophole, all the information stored in that person's brain will become irrelevant to that person and will all go to Morty!"

"If this loophole isn't plugged, Morty's brain will explode from all this information! The world will have countless more people with dementia."

"Even you... Rick... your character will fall into it too."

Chapter 133 Not a Dream Rick

"Emmm...so...why bother explaining it in such a complicated way, you might as well just say it directly..."

"I think there's a hole punched in my brain."

When Morty said those words in a calm tone with a hint of a smile, Dream Rick thought he was dreaming!

Am I still half asleep?

He's still laughing?

Wait... it seems we really are dreaming...

"Wait... no! Why are you so calm?!"

"Do you know that you can randomly turn someone into a person with dementia at any time right now?"

"I know~"

Morty gave a casual reply.

That calm expression sent a chill down Rick's spine, as if the person standing in front of him was not Morty, but a ruthless, inhuman butcher.

"Is this the me in your subconscious?"

Grandpa chimed in, clearly annoyed. He had just been arguing back and forth with Dream Rick, but suddenly felt that his actions had been beneath him.

Rick, a man with such high moral standards?

Go away, don't hover around me.

If you were placed in Ruicheng, you'd be nothing more than a fool to be made a fool of by the rest of the Ricks.

"That's all?"

"Let's go, let's go, I'm leaving first."

What horrified Rick in the dream world even more was that Sammy, like Morty and the other two, showed no concern whatsoever about what was happening.

They even chose to be the first to leave.

This made Dream Rick a little unable to hold back.

What's going on?!

With such a huge crisis, you've already come all this way, yet after seeing this, you just turn around and leave?

Can't we have a little more sense of crisis?

Especially you, Morty! If you take in too much information, you're going to die too!

Morty, who saw that Rick's moral standards in the dream were too high, couldn't leave as decisively as Sammy. After all, the Rick in front of him was a version with higher morality, enhanced abilities, and unlimited potential.

So he gestured for the other person to come closer so he could explain things to him properly.

"Don't get agitated, don't get agitated. I know this might be hard for you to accept."

"But you come from my subconscious, so you should also know some of the things I was most worried about before the dream events happened, right?"

"An Old One who seeks to ignite the fires of the divine realm."

"A shadowy group hiding in the shadows"

"These two things are enough to bother me."

"Well, about this matter... how about you do me a favor and figure out how to patch up this hole?"

Dream Rick: "..."

Seeing that the guy had fallen silent, and that Morty hadn't slept at all all day, he yawned and chose to leave Rick's dream world.

Next, he's going to get a good eight-hour sleep.

Anyone who dares to stop me from sleeping is my mortal enemy!

After Morty left, Grandpa whistled as he stood at the edge of the hole and looked down. He watched countless 'roles' drifting endlessly in this dark world, like rootless duckweed, not knowing where they could find their roots.

The grandfather, somewhat moved, sighed.