Normal Morty.
There was nothing special about him.
Just as the prefix in his name implied, he was ordinary and mediocre in the literal sense.
He had inherited none of Rick's high intelligence or various virtues.
Yet he had inherited plenty of his flaws.
It could only be said that, in the vast majority of situations, this guy had nothing worth showing off.
Cowardly, stupid, lecherous, weak... those were all his most conspicuous traits!
Of course, on rare occasions,
he also had his own shining moments.
And those moments generally only occurred when he had been driven into a corner.
Right now,
watching Free Morty calmly leave after playing his invincible grandpa—C-137 Rick—for a fool, then thinking of his own counterparts, each more useless than the last, Normal Morty felt genuinely baffled.
What?
I'm actually this awesome?
This plain and unadorned thought had occupied most of his mind.
So,
even though C-137 Rick's mouth had been directly gagged, he still could not help asking all kinds of questions.
After rolling his eyes helplessly,
C-137 Rick, with no one keeping an eye on him, activated the device embedded in the blood vessels of his arm and forcibly sliced apart the thing binding him.
Then he casually cut through the restraints around his brain-dead grandson as well.
It was at that moment
that a massive tremor struck!
Wave after wave of screams echoed from outside the building they were in.
Normal Morty, who had just escaped his restraints, watched C-137 Rick's expression turn serious.
He immediately turned to look out the window.
There, the technological city built by countless Ricks—
Rick City, floating within a special vacuum environment—
was rapidly collapsing and being destroyed.
One towering building after another
now toppled incessantly, like dominoes setting off a chain reaction.
The sturdy ground