Your revenge.
Had affected my life.
It had confined my once infinitely vast future within a massive cage called the Central Finite Curve.
It had turned my life, which should have been utterly normal, into a mere prop for an act of revenge.
It did not even count as decoration.
Could Free Morty, an ambitious and exceptionally capable standout, accept something like that?
Clearly, he could not.
Especially after he discovered that the Rick who had created the Central Finite Curve, the guy codenamed C-137 Rick, had begun to completely give up after failing to find any trace of his enemies for so long, spending all day drifting from place to place and indulging in every kind of giant-baby game!
Besides that.
The Central Finite Curve, this great cage itself, possessed a huge flaw.
Due to the limits of his technological capabilities.
C-137 Rick could only corral Ricks whose technological capabilities lagged behind his own!
If his enemy surpassed him technologically, then this thing would be no different from a rag riddled with Big Holes!
Anyone who wanted in could come in, and anyone who wanted out could leave.
And among the infinitely many Parallel Universes where anything could happen.
That possibility could not be called high, but neither could it be said not to exist.
Therefore.
There was a certain chance that the construction of the Central Finite Curve had been meaningless from the very beginning.
Faced with this situation.
As one of the very few who knew the truth.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
That was Free Morty's biggest and most genuine thought!
It was also his greatest motivation for resisting C-137 Rick!
If he had stood even a decent chance against the other party, Free Morty would have at least pumped a few shots into him to