I Am Morty

So out of every hundred billion people, only one could pull off transmigration. I transmigrated, yet it was only to a parallel universe—or maybe I just got a different body in the original world...

But it seemed like I'd ended up in America...

Standing in a living room completely different from the Chinese-style layout he was used to, Morty had yet to fully adjust to transmigrating. Without turning on the lights, he used the light from outside the window to study the family portrait hanging on the wall, falling into brief contemplation.

There were four people in the photo.

Dad, Mom, his sister, and himself.

Even the Banana 12 smartphone in his hand told Morty that he had not even gone back a single generation in time!

Somewhat disappointed, Morty had thought that since he had transmigrated, he could use the little knowledge in his head to rewrite his life.

Who would've thought...

Turns out there were different tiers of transmigration.

Some people could transmigrate so pathetically.

Forget it. It's already midnight. Time to sleep.

Whatever it is, I'll think about it tomorrow...

With that thought in mind, and perhaps because of some post-transmigration side effect making his head ache, Morty tiptoed back to his room and went straight to bed.

The next morning, while eating breakfast and looking at the faces of the three people around the table—

Morty gradually realized something was wrong!

Why did these three look so much like... the people from that cartoon, Rick and Morty?

Wait... wasn't my name Morty?

Morty!!!

Could it really be this much of a coincidence?!

As soon as he considered one highly likely possibility, Morty's face instantly went completely pale.

His eyes widened as he carefully examined all three of their faces.

His dad, Jerry: short hair, a polo shirt, an honest-looking face, and a timid air.

His mom, Beth: long hair draped over her shoulders, pretty features, and a reserved temperament.

His older sister, Summer: she was practically the standard American high school girl delinquent...

Sensing her disgusting, creepy little brother staring at her, his older sister looked up from her phone screen, glared at Morty, and made a throat-slitting gesture.

I'm screwed...

Judging by how much she hates me, this place I transmigrated to is one hundred percent Rick and Morty.

Otherwise, these details couldn't possibly match so perfectly...

At that moment, Morty wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through his own head.

Or buy a ticket to some unfamiliar city and live there under a false name for the rest of his life!

Because in the title Rick and Morty, which was made up of names—

Rick, the former, was his grandfather.

If he had to describe him...

Rick could do most of what a system could do.

And he could still do what a system couldn't.

Traveling across universes?

Souls?

Time?

Space?

Even something as terrifying as Schrödinger's cat—he could directly summon a fourth-dimensional being!

In the truest sense, he was at his peak the moment he appeared!

With a grandfather like that, no transmigrator would need any damn cheat ability or system!

All they needed to do was sweetly call him Grandpa and act cute.

Then he could grant every wish their imagination could possibly conceive.

Provided he was willing...

Because Grandpa's personality should currently be in a state of complete nihilism.

Thinking of this, Morty asked his mom where Grandpa was.

At the mention of her father, who had been missing for twenty years, his mom—who had been smiling and getting ready to head to work soon—immediately turned cold.

"Why bring him up? He's been missing for twenty years. I consider him dead."

Hearing that Grandpa had apparently been missing for twenty years, Morty immediately relaxed.

Because he knew that infinite universes meant infinite Grandpas, and naturally infinite Mortys and infinite versions of this family of three.

In the universe he was in, Grandpa had been missing for twenty years.

Either he had gone to work at the Citadel of Ricks.

Or he was already dead.

Or perhaps he had simply gone to another universe.

In any case, if he had not come back in twenty years, then he definitely never would.

Relieved, Morty happily turned his attention back to the breakfast in front of him.

His family might not have much money, and his sister might be especially annoying, but as long as Grandpa was not around, his life would remain very peaceful.

Because being around Grandpa meant testing the limits of his heart every day.

After breakfast—

Morty, currently in his first year of high school, picked up his backpack and prepared to take the school bus with his sister.

But his sister, who had always disliked him and occasionally got physical with him, had no intention of going to school with a brother who lowered her coolness factor.

So the moment they stepped out the front door—

His older sister told him to walk to school by himself!

Morty immediately got angry.

Schools in America were not the kind of places you could reach by walking a few steps or taking the subway.

The low-density residential areas meant there was no subway at all.

And because everything was spread out, the only way to go anywhere farther away was by bus or car.

So, less than twenty-four hours after transmigrating, he was already facing bullying from his older sister.

Morty, who had completely integrated the original Morty's memories into his own mind—

Was not about to be as meek and submissive as the original.

You want me to walk?

Then let's fight!

Morty, who was half a head shorter than his older sister, said firmly, "Walk? Why don't you walk yourself? I'm taking the school bus today. If you don't like it, let's fight!"

Seeing that the little brother she usually cursed at until he dared not make a sound was actually resisting her today—and had even directly challenged her to a fight—

His older sister immediately got furious.

She reached out to grab Morty.

Seeing that she really did have such a short fuse, Morty cursed inwardly before meeting her attack.

Since Grandpa in this world had been missing for twenty years—

Maybe he would never come back.

Then Morty had to live with some backbone!

The two began wrestling in front of the house, throwing punches and kicks while curses flew everywhere.

Only after they alerted their mom and dad inside were Morty and his older sister pulled apart.

"What are you doing?! It's one thing to fight at home all the time, but you have to make a scene just to go to school today?"

"Summer! As Morty's sister, can't you rein yourself in once in a while?"

"Morty! As Summer's brother, why do you sometimes have to embarrass your sister?"

As the backbone of the family, their mom berated both of them for their foolish behavior.

Until she saw Morty's face getting paler and paler...

"Are you sick? Do you feel unwell? Your complexion doesn't look right."

Seeing that something was wrong with her own son's complexion, their mom immediately stopped scolding him and instead became concerned about his health.

As an equine veterinarian, she reached out to examine Morty's eyes and mouth. Her husband often mocked her for being just an animal doctor.

After examining Morty today, though, she did not hear that familiar mockery, which left her somewhat puzzled.

Why was her husband, who loved making sarcastic remarks, not saying anything?

Then she saw him staring fixedly at something behind her.

Could it be...

She turned around.

A thin old man stood behind her.

Silver hair, a coat reaching down to his knees, a crew-neck short-sleeved T-shirt tucked into his pants, and khaki trousers.

And lastly, that familiar face, now grown old.

"D-Dad?!"