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Beth pondered for a long time but couldn't find a good story, so she chose to give up.

So Jerry told a terrible story and won the first round.

'Round 1 is over, Beth has disappeared...'

Under the watchful eyes of the three, two men in black rushed into the house and took Beth away. Morty and the others watched silently, all feeling that this scene was rather...cliché!

"Do you think it's possible that Grandpa is really old, and has Alzheimer's, which is why he was tricked by some unscrupulous businessmen into doing this project for us?"

Morty's words were unanimously agreed upon by Sammy and Jerry.

They really do look alike!

Look how boring this is!

However, before the three could even begin to criticize Grandpa from various angles about what had gotten into him this time, they were left speechless.

Another group of men in black suits rushed in and formed a swallowtail formation. The fly-like man at the head of the group was so fat that his suit was about to burst.

As soon as this guy walked in, he went to the female corpse's side. Just as he was about to cry, Morty suddenly used nanobots to crush his head.

The imposing alien men in black suits were suddenly dumbfounded.

Why...why did they suddenly start killing someone?

We don't offer that service in our area!

We were promised a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, and all I had to do was wear a black suit and look cool. I never said I would have to sacrifice my life for this kind of thing!

"Fuck you! I've had my fill! Now get me a phone that can connect to the dark matter network! I want to have a serious talk with the guy who placed that order!"

Completely impatient, Morty roared at the group.

Chapter 615 Hello, Little Brother

"Sigh, I found you a good place to have some fun, so you wouldn't always complain that I only take you on those violent adventures. Instead, you don't appreciate this opportunity to have more diverse experiences in your lives, and you even killed a staff member at the amusement park."

"Looks like I really can't do it without being there?"

Grandpa, who came to take the person back to the new universe, heard about the situation here and casually complained a few words about Morty's increasingly unstable mental state.

"You old geezer, don't think I can't guess what's going on!"

"You're trying to get us out of danger, aren't you? I sensed something was wrong before I fell into the portal!"

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid at all! I've had enough! If you've got the guts, give me something serious! I'm not afraid!"

After being thoroughly criticized by Morty, Grandpa was unusually silent for a few seconds. His expression was somewhat conflicted, but he finally made a decision in his heart. He nodded and said, "Since you want to know... let's begin!"

"Huh? Why are you so agreeable today?? Do you really have dementia?" Morty looked at his grandfather with some confusion, because he had always been looking forward to such an answer in the past, but wasn't this day coming a little too suddenly?

It suddenly made him feel a little unreal.

It's like having a fucking dream.

Are you serious?

This sudden bluntness is too much for me!

However~

"I knew it..." Hearing his grandfather's change of tone, Morty's heart sank again, and he became somewhat dejected. He weakly retorted to the old man, "But what? Please just say it directly. Don't keep me in suspense next time."

"Some things, when the truth is revealed, you might not like it, so I'll say it upfront: when you finally kill me, you'd better be quick."

"Jesus! What the hell! What happened?!" Jerry was the first to exclaim.

Morty's smile gradually froze; he was completely bewildered, because he didn't know why he had killed his grandfather... unless...

A guess popped into Morty's mind, and his breathing became three degrees heavier, but he forcibly suppressed his impulse.

Perhaps, there is one thing... that might actually make him do that...

"First of all, putting aside all those dark stories about Little Mor and C137, you know he's just a side quest for us, right? He makes an appearance occasionally, does some other things with us, and then goes his separate ways, like a gathering of old friends, which is boring, yes, extremely boring."

"What are you saying..." Upon hearing these words, Morty's expression gradually became bewildered.

What the heck is this side quest?

So what's the main storyline?

"It's my plan. Do you think I'm like that idiot, searching for the murderer until I'm too old to do anything but lie down and wait to die?"

"Jesus! Do you think I could stay here without lowering my intelligence?"

"You've seen those Ricks outside, like Bat Rick, Clown Rick, and C167 whom I just sent away. None of them meet the requirements to stay in here."

"Alright, here! Take this helmet! Let's finish this last bit!"

Looking at the helmet that Grandpa took out from under the workbench, Morty suddenly felt a sense of parting, even though the helmet looked very familiar, it was the helmet he had worn in the dream event.

But... why do I smell a scent of parting?

"Stop staring at this helmet that costs less than 300 yuan but allows you to enter your own dreams and freely manipulate them. Put it on now!"

"The truth you've always wanted to see is now finally open to you. Are you going to stand at the door and hesitate?"

At his grandfather's repeated urging, Morty finally put on the helmet, and as the world before him gradually went dark, he regained his sight.

Morty finds himself back in his dream.

His gaze shifted from the bustling street to the three evil gods in the sky. The absence of Tzeentch made him feel somewhat down.

However, Grandpa came in very soon.

Standing on the street, Grandpa casually hailed a fish-head taxi. The two got into the wet car. Morty asked Grandpa, "In my dream, I can go wherever I want with just a thought. Why do I need to take a taxi?"

"Because we need some time for the other two guys to become unaware that we're already operating covertly."

When Grandpa said this, Morty didn't understand at first, but with the hint in the other's eyes, he finally got it.

"What do you have to do with those Ricks who came to your door?"

"Finally, you understand!"

Grandpa snapped his fingers. He had spent more time in Ruicheng than Dark Mo + C137 + C167 combined. How could he have just been going to work and clocking in every day all those years?

In that city full of Ricks and Mortis...

"Is Grandma Diana's death related to you?"

Morty's sudden remark caused Grandpa's face to darken completely, to the point where it could ignite the greatest anger in anyone's heart.

The atmosphere inside the car turned completely cold at that moment. After a long silence of ten seconds, Grandpa suddenly burst out laughing again.

But that menacing smile sent a chill down Morty's spine.

Could the truth really be...?

"We're almost there," Grandpa glanced ahead, seemingly trying to put the matter behind him, but in reality, he asked Morty, "What do you think a Rick should be like? When you truly understand this question, you'll understand me."

This seemingly irrelevant yet subtly pointed answer sent a shiver down Morty's spine.

It was like a 6-kilometer radius circular battering ramming into the only door in his heart, and this seemingly solid door was instantly shattered.

"Jesus!!!"

Finally unable to contain himself any longer, Morty let out a gasp, only to see that his grandfather had already stopped the car, as they had arrived at their destination.

My own home in my dream...

"I know you're surprised and have a lot of questions, but let's start with the first one: which Morty are you?"

Grandpa, who had just gotten off the bus, waved to Morty, signaling him to follow him into this dreamlike home.

Moty, somewhat hesitant to get out of the car, tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down, but he found he couldn't control his breathing.

Finally, after repeated urging from his grandfather, he agreed.

He got out of the car and followed the gaunt old man to the entrance of the Dream House.

When that old hand, as stiff as withered wood, pushed open the brand-new wooden door that still smelled of paint, a little Mo was standing inside.

Hello, little brother.

Chapter 616 I Have an Older Brother?

younger brother???

"What the hell! What brother?!"

Morty took a few steps back, staring incredulously at Little Morty inside the door calling for his brother. His nerves, hardened by countless adventures, were struggling to accept this fact.

Does she have an older brother?

"With an infinite number of universes, there are an infinite number of possibilities. Your biological mother gave birth to twin Mortys. Do you think that's surprising enough?"

"Do you sometimes feel like you are yourself, and at the same time, like you are Morty?"

"Besides the psychological suggestions I've been giving you, it's also you, his older brother, who's been constantly putting pressure on him. By the way, Tzeentch likes him, not you. You just occasionally like him in his place."

"What the fuck?!"

Morty thought discovering another Morty living in his mind was shocking enough, but he never imagined that Tzeentch would actually like this older brother... this...

After being shocked, Morty burst out laughing.

"Grandpa, this joke isn't funny at all. You've created a little Mo in my head and said he's my brother, making me fall for your trick again. Aren't you a little too confident?"

Morty doesn't believe it.

Grandpa casually waved his hand, bringing the TV from the living room directly in front of Morty.

"Play the birth record—003 clip."

When Morty saw young Beth giving birth to two Mortys on the television screen, he finally stopped laughing.

Even though there's still a 50% chance that it was all fabricated by Grandpa, what's the purpose behind all of this?

In order to bring himself into a dream world and tell himself that there is an older brother in his head?

"Your brother has always been an anomaly in your mind. He's very smart, extremely smart, you could even call him a genius Morty."

"When you were two years old and still needed to sleep with a bottle, he had already completed the coursework for three master's degrees on his own. Although he didn't get the certificates because of his age, he was a genius in network engineering and the dream world!"