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"He's practically the Sigmund Freud of network engineering!"

Hearing his grandfather praise little Mo so highly, with such admiration in his eyes, Moti was at a loss for words.

Perhaps it's because he only wanted a Rick-style life of adventure, but he followed the wrong Rick and got caught up in one conspiracy after another.

Grandpa, ever the sympathizer, comforted Morty, saying, "Of course, that clever fellow took the first 99 steps right, but made a mistake on the last one. Now he's just a lonely ghost trapped in your head."

"However, he never neglected the research he most longed to complete throughout his life."

"Come on, let's go inside and talk."

Morty, who no longer believed he had complete control over his dreams, stared at the so-called 'brother' and walked into the house step by step.

at the same time.

On C137's side... Wolf Head Rick appears to have been injured by the spikes, but their act of deliberately showing weakness to C137 has been successfully completed.

C137 considered them nothing more than a bunch of clowns.

Two road rollers with giant spiked wheels at the front sped out through the portal at a speed of 300 miles per hour, 30 meters to the left and right of C137's house.

With unstoppable momentum, the road roller crushed two houses and then, with lightning speed, crushed most of the area of ​​house C137.

After all, if someone were as ruthless as Grandpa and added permanent steel plates to all the walls of the house, then the house might be able to hold on for a while longer.

But he didn't.

C137 could only watch as two road rollers crushed the garage, living room, and bedroom, while some explosive materials placed near the workbench were about to explode.

His first move was a deadly strike that almost killed the chance for him to obtain the item.

Having just returned from a grand adventure, C137 pulled out his teleportation gun, fired a shot behind him, and yelled at C137 Morty, who was still standing dumbfounded at the doorway: "Your body has turned into a middle-aged person, so your brain has turned into a middle-aged person too? Get moving!!!"

C137 Morty, now sporting a receding hairline and the body of a mad, alcoholic, obese middle-aged man, looked distressed and struggled to run. He had used an aging potion in an attempt to salvage his relationship with C137...

It's a fact that as people reach middle age, their physical condition declines, but to be like C137, who can drink heavily and still remain vigorous in old age...

Technology changes destiny!

"Fuck! Get moving! Quickly call Sangmei and the others out! Stop hiding behind that crumbling wall like idiots! You all need to get out of here! Thank goodness my horse hasn't gone far!"

Before returning to the C137 universe, during a solo adventure, C137 had a mechanical horse and two crows.

Let's leave the latter aside; the former is still here for now.

So C137 re-issued orders to the robot horse while firing his energy pistol at Wolfhead Rick. He wanted to see what this guy had that gave him the right to provoke him so easily.

Having eliminated the possibility of C137 acquiring more items and equipment, Wolfhead Rick stood up again and swung his spiked club forward.

A deliberately colored uranium-235 energy, easily visible to the enemy, hurtled straight towards C137.

"Geez! Aren't you really worried about your DNA being damaged by these things?"

"Don't worry, my DNA has mutated!"

After a brief exchange, C137 pulled a red vial of medicine from the inside pocket of his lab suit, drank it down in one gulp, and stood still, letting uranium-235 come toward him.

Once inside the body, the red liquid, in conjunction with the mechanical components within C137, began to absorb uranium-235 from the air.

Seeing that his attack, which claimed to kill enemies from the DNA level with a wave of his hand, had no effect whatsoever on C137.

Rick the wolf felt it was only natural, but was also somewhat disappointed.

Trying to take down a C-137 with a single move clearly won't work...

"Your uranium-235 isn't pure enough. The one I drank last time was much stronger than this."

C137's comments ignited the fury in Rick's heart, prompting him to launch an attack on a powerful opponent using his most prized weapon.

Instead of praise from the enemy, what I received in return was a comment: "Your purity is not high enough."

"Fuck you! Everyone! Listen to my orders!!! Give me... Huh? Why is headquarters telling us to go back???"

Just as Rick the Wolf was about to order a full-scale attack, he suddenly heard an urgent order from Ruicheng to return. The message revealed that they had found a way to break through the finite central curve.

this...

Before me stands the invincible war god C137.

Behind us is the curve of departure.

Without a second thought, Rick the wolf turned and walked away.

As for losing face... who would want to stay here if they could escape from this damn curve?!

Chapter 617 You Have No Other Choice

"Ha, P850...fuck! It really was that bastard who tricked me!!!"

"Never mind! I'm going to escape now!"

In Ruicheng.

Dark Mo sat in Ruicheng's office, which was stained with blood for the second time. At his feet was the head of Skinny Rick. There were many data cables and wires under the neck of this guy, but there was almost no blood on it, because this so-called Skinny Rick was just a robot being manipulated!

As for who did all this?

Dark Mo, who had returned to Ruicheng to fight his way back, realized that the skinny Rick he had killed was actually a robot.

And when he tried to go to the C167 universe to find his grandfather.

The planet in the C167 universe has been completely destroyed by antimatter water, and there are no clues to find Grandpa.

The other party broke all the agreements, immediately cornering Dark Mo.

He only had one option left: to escape through the curve.

Dark Mo looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the bustling city of Ruicheng. He was not a bloodthirsty person and knew very well that he only needed a certain number of Ricks to get rid of Ruicheng.

But now, almost 98% of the Ricks in the entire city of Rick have awakened. They have realized their uniqueness and no longer obey anyone's orders.

So it seems it's time to end all of this.

If we drag this out any longer, we will be utterly defeated!

Just as Dark Mo was about to make his move, his watch rang. It turned out that one of his few informants had spotted C137 on the street.

After a moment's thought, Dark Mo coldly said, "Bring him here."

When the black Lincoln, accompanied by two bodyguards in black, brought the C137, along with the newly restored C137 Morty, to this office with floor-to-ceiling windows.

With a delicious meal, Dark Mo temporarily calmed down C137 and his companion, while in another room he completed the final preparations.

Only then did they take the elevator to the office with an oval table.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a lot of things to do."

Unlike C137 Morty, who was busy enjoying the delicious food in front of him, C137 frowned when he saw the little guy who had inexplicably invited him over.

Although he didn't know why this guy had invited him over.

However, the attack that occurred at their own doorstep, and the lingering smell of blood in the air, all indicated that another bloodshed had taken place in Ruicheng.

However, C137 doesn't care how many Ricks died in Ruicheng.

"What do you want with me?"

"Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Okay, you little piece of trash, looks like you're up to no good."

Seeing C137 pull an energy pistol directly from the lining of his lab coat, Dark Mo remained completely unfazed. Sitting in the main seat, he picked up the wine glass in front of his right hand.

I took a sip of the juice inside.

He maintained that clean, Morty-esque smile on his face.

Seeing his beloved Rick finally return, and immediately about to pull out his gun to shoot Dark Morty, C137 Morty quickly stopped Rick's crazy behavior.

"Come on! Rick, he's the president of Ruicheng. I think he's pretty good."

"All politicians are good people? Bah!"

Having deliberately delayed for half a day, Dark Mo got up and pressed a button on the side of his desk.

A large mechanical thumbtack emerged from under the table.

Upon receiving this item, Dark Morty's clean, Morty-esque smile vanished completely, replaced by a joyful grin of satisfaction at having achieved his goal.

"You should know that everything I did should have been kept away from you."

"But I've appeared before you several times for this very thing—your memories, memories you'll never be able to retrieve, memories you'll only keep in your own mind."

"After all, every Rick has a sense of insecurity; they'll only guard things when they're close to them, so thank you."

The sight of Dark Mor obtaining something made C137's heart skip a beat. He inwardly grumbled about the flow of time in different universes, thinking, "This is really... killing me!"

While Grandpa spent several months resolving the Jerry Council issue, only a month had passed on my side.

But when he broke up with C137 Morty and went on a solo adventure in another universe, the flow of time here was actually slower than that.

C137, who has never been willing to keep track of the flow of time in every universe, felt for the first time that he must install this function into AI next time.

But... there's no point in doing this...

"So all of this was to obtain a certain memory?"

"Yes!" Dark Mo's smile grew even brighter. He had done countless things, but he had never forgotten his original intention: to escape this cage.

But this was his only option...

Grandpa, that old swindler, calculated everything. No matter how much trouble everyone caused, in the end, they all had to follow the direction he had planned.

He had more contact with C137, learned that Hastur could cross the dark matter world and escape beyond the curve, and also met a stronger Morty.

But in the end...

This suddenly appearing Rick is like a gun barrel constantly swinging between the two things he cares about most.

You've gone all in, abandoning all your plans for Ruicheng to search for Hastur, this guy who's disappeared without a trace.

Should we stabilize the situation in Ruicheng and proceed with the escape as planned?

A multiple-choice question is presented to you.

He could only choose the safer, more accessible option, rather than Hastur, which might have already escaped the curve and he would never be able to find in his lifetime.