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The two walked forward for a minute and stopped in front of a stall. The other man's burly physique seemed to be bursting out of his black robe.

"Rick Sanchez?"

"it's me"

"I got what was yours, but what about what you promised me?"

"Hold on..."

After Grandpa finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Morty. Morty's heart sank. Had he finally come to this moment?

This despicable old man, who has exploited countless people and sacrificed countless lives, is finally going to have to sacrifice himself.

Someone tried to get away immediately, but he failed.

He grabbed him with one hand and reached into Morty's head with the other.

Grandpa casually rummaged around and pulled out a small bottle of Coke...

"Jesus! Bottled Coke?! What the hell?! What exactly did you put inside my brain?!"

"It's painful~ This seller likes memories full of pain and torment, otherwise why would I be like a lunatic, messing with you for no reason?"

Grandpa tossed the small bottle of Coke to the other person with a strange look on his face, not forgetting to make a sarcastic remark about Morty.

The seller, upon receiving the bottled cola, weighed it in his hand and asked in astonishment, "Unbelievable! There's not a single trace of sweetness in it, just pure pain! You've... never mind! That's not my concern. Take it!"

Although the other person stopped speaking abruptly, Morty could still feel the pity in their eyes, hidden beneath the hood.

Clearly, the amount of pain I'm experiencing... is far too astonishing?

What surprised Morty even more was that the thing in Grandpa's hand was wrapped in black gel, but from the outline, it could be seen that it was a '1'.

"Damn... one of the two largest numbers in the online world?"

Next, Morty and his grandfather left the underground black market and returned to the opera house where they had landed. There, his grandfather took out the number 0 from a small corner.

After peeling off the black vinyl covering the number 1...

The two numbers immediately produced an effect almost like an earthquake.

The entire opera house began to tremble, and the world outside also began to shake slightly. Everyone stood there bewildered, completely unaware of what was happening.

What should we do next?

Grandpa hesitated greatly when faced with this question. He frowned and thought about it, but the tremors around him grew stronger and stronger. The crystal chandeliers above his head began to fall as they trembled incessantly, as if the end of the world was finally about to arrive.

What seemed like an eternity to Morty was actually only a minute.

Grandpa told Morty to pick up the two numbers and knock them to the ground, but Morty didn't do it because he saw a sense of detachment on the other's face.

Then he roared, "You gave up so much for all of this, why do you choose to give up in the end?"

Grandpa looked at Morty in surprise, then his expression turned somewhat dejected, as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long, so long that he had begun to find everything dull and uninteresting.

"For the first time, you've successfully surprised me, but it's too late..."

"So... I'm telling you now, when you take these two numbers and type them in, you can enter a person's mind through the internet and gain real life."

"And to make sure you do this... I'll also tell you... On the night Tzeentch escaped, Queen devoured Tzeentch! They've become one, so even if you later save Queen, Tzeentch cannot be resurrected."

"I've been manipulating this all along. If it weren't for Rick the Clown and Rick the Bat, everything would have gone perfectly... Damn Hastur, that idiot."

"As for your speculation about the P850 universe explosion, yes! I blew it up myself, but I'm not P850 Rick at all. Diane and Beth are indeed P850's wife and child, but what does that have to do with me?"

"If it weren't for obtaining the C137 modified version of Hermuel's searcher to help me find Dark Mordred and resolve this final destabilizing factor, I wouldn't have gone at all."

"My true identity... well... I'm not going to tell you yet."

"What!!!" Morty was shocked, then enraged, his face contorted as he glared at his grandfather, his eyes burning with fury.

Despite his anger, Grandpa remained calm and continued, "After hearing all this, it's time for you to leave. If you don't want to leave... then I'll send you off!"

Under Morty's wide-eyed gaze, Grandpa pulled out a small remote control...

A few seconds later, Morty knocked on the wooden door beneath his feet with two numbers and fell into the network world below, which was made up of countless 0s and 1s.

Watching his body disappear before her eyes.

Grandpa sat down with a look of dejection. He took out a bottle of wine from his lab coat, drank it, and slowly lay down.

He had worked for decades to reach the real world and find geniuses from various worlds, breaking the entire plan down step by step and having each genius complete it for him.

When everything is ready and the plan is about to be implemented, but then the person chooses to give up at the last minute, anyone would think, "Has this person gone mad?"

But Grandpa... he wasn't crazy, he just felt bored.

Because he knew that in the outside world, humanity was crammed onto a small planet, slowed down... or even given up on going to outer space, trapped in this jar, fighting each other for a little bit of profit.

They were trapped by their own greed, even though there were endless planets and endless wealth in outer space.

Ten thousand years is such a long time, why not enjoy life now and leave the headaches to future generations?

Therefore, he felt it was meaningless...

Rather than entering someone's mind and living in that world in their place, it's better to stay in this ocean of infinite possibilities.

But it seems like this is pointless...

"It's all meaningless... Even the most wonderful things, once you eat them, are just like poop coming out. The world will eventually wither like a flower... Hmm? Why am I glowing green?"

The green light emanating from its entire body caught Grandpa's attention.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he seemed to have returned to his younger self, hidden underground in a transparent jar as tall as a person, completely naked...

"Jesus...what happened? Why did my youth...?"

As the tube gradually rose, Grandpa noticed that C137 was walking towards him, and the smile on his face gradually widened.

"C137...what a sweet reunion~"

"But this time...it's all meaningless."