Crimson Dimension.
Near the entrance and exit.
Watching the gigantic blood-red gate in the distance draw ever closer.
Rick Sanchez's grandson, a little brat named Morty Smith, looked to be around ten years old.
He held a pile of brightly colored, strangely shaped fruits in his arms, trailing closely behind his grandfather with a thoroughly delighted expression.
This adventure had not only involved none of the troublesome dangers they usually encountered, but had also given him plenty of tasty things to take.
He was genuinely thrilled.
And the aliens they had met? Or perhaps people from another dimension?
Well, whatever they were, they were not Earthlings...
They were not only handsome, but also spoke pleasantly.
They even had special tricks, putting on a live demonstration of roasting a ferocious beast alive.
He had to admit, it had tasted absolutely incredible!
The process had just been a little too cruel.
After all, roasting an animal alive was truly rather brutal!
Honestly.
It would have been even better if they had added more cheese during the process.
That way.
Morty felt his conscience might have hurt a little less!
After all, if it died tasting that good, then more or less, it could be considered to have died for a worthy cause.
Besides.
In this lavishly decorated place, all sorts of wild fruits emitting tempting aromas grew by the roadside, free for him to take as he pleased.
Sweet, delicious, juicy, and refreshing—not only could they be taken back as local specialties from their trip and handed out to friends and family, such as the goddess Jessica from his dreams...
It was absolutely beau-tiful!
Thinking of the Goddess from his dreams.
Morty walked along, breathing in the fruity scent of the fruits in his arms.
Unable to contain his high spirits, he