I've Got My Eye on You

Morty watched his mother, who had just been shouting that Rick was dead, rush over and throw her arms around him, bursting into tears.

His father looked thoroughly wary.

His older sister was extremely curious.

Only Morty, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, silently took out his phone. He planned to use what little allowance he had to book a ticket online and make a run for it.

Because even though Morty himself had only watched the first season of Rick and Morty...

He knew this family was about to become unlivable!

Grandpa Rick had actually come back at this point!

And judging by his expression, he had clearly come for him!

After all, every Rick needed a Morty.

The two were an inseparable whole.

Sure enough, after his mother said she was taking the day off from school, the two of them chatted away in the living room for quite a while.

Then Rick set his sights on him.

"Morty, my grandson, look how scrawny you are. You really take after your dad, and you look timid too. That won't do!"

"Tonight, let's go have some fun. Grandpa will show you the world."

Morty: "..."

He had appeared before him less than an hour ago and was already saying he wanted to take him out to "see the world."

Morty, who had always only treated Rick and Morty as an adventure story before, suddenly had a question.

He knew the Citadel of Ricks existed.

Naturally, he also knew that if a Rick wanted a Morty, it was basically no different from shopping at a supermarket.

He could simply place an order at the Citadel of Ricks and buy a Morty for himself.

Then why had this grandfather, who had been missing for twenty years, suddenly returned and immediately said he wanted to take him out to "see the world"?

Morty definitely could not ask that question so bluntly.

Otherwise, Grandpa would skin him alive.

You've been gone for twenty years, and I haven't even revealed anything, yet you just come out and say you know about the Citadel of Ricks...

No amount of pretending to be some all-knowing mastermind or prophet would help.

Grandpa's combat power was already maxed out. God knew how many gods he had killed, and he did not give a damn about anyone. Trying to pose as a prophet to bluff him...

Portal gun + time travel + precise dissection = you're dead.

So, after Grandpa suggested taking him out to see the world...

Morty forced on an innocent expression and asked what exactly they were going to see.

Grandpa did not answer right away. After giving him a smile that left plenty to the imagination, he went back to chatting with his precious daughter, whom he had not seen in twenty years.

At that moment, his father secretly pulled him into a corner.

"Morty, stay away from your grandpa. He heartlessly abandoned Beth and disappeared for twenty years. Now he suddenly comes back? There has to be something wrong."

Facing the father who had always been timid in the cartoon and constantly fought with Grandpa, Morty opened his mouth, but he truly did not know what to say.

Because Grandpa had obviously come for him.

So how were you supposed to fight someone with intelligence hacks like Grandpa?

Wouldn't you just get defeated every time...

So after nodding in agreement, Morty looked at his mother, who had already gone into the kitchen to get busy, and his father, who had gone over to chat with Grandpa.

Given Grandpa's abilities, he felt that maybe Grandpa had already discovered the secret of his transmigration.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly come back?

[So should I run or not...]

[If I alert him...]

With his mind in complete chaos, Morty held out until after lunch before going to the garage with Grandpa.

At that time, the garage was not yet the one that would later be remodeled into a secret base.

Standing in front of the family sedan, Grandpa suddenly shed the nostalgic look he had worn inside the house, his expression turning much colder.

That sudden change made Morty's heart pound.

Because it meant that next, he would...

"Morty, you must be curious why your grandpa left for twenty years and suddenly came back, right?"

"Yes..."

"Actually, I..." Grandpa suddenly paused, looking somewhat nostalgic. "I've drifted through endless universes for twenty years. Now I want to return to my family, but my heart hasn't fully come back..."

"So, are you interested in adventuring in other worlds?"

"You can make money, pick up girls, and drive luxury cars."

Morty: "What the fuck..."

For the first time, Morty felt like Grandpa might not be omnipotent after all.

At the very least, he needed to work on his sales pitch.

A perfectly good recruitment pitch for endless adventures across the multiverse had been turned into this mess by his terrible wording.

Still, Morty did not reject the idea inwardly!

Because during the time he had spent entering the garage, he had figured out one crucial point.

If Grandpa wanted a Morty, he could go find another one at the Citadel of Ricks. Yet he had specifically sought him out, which meant he must need him for something.

No matter what, Grandpa definitely would not be willing to lose him.

So hiding was definitely not an option.

But every time he ventured into another world, he could always find something incredible to strengthen himself.

Not to kill Grandpa.

He could not kill him anyway...

But so that one day, if he grew tired of adventuring or wanted to escape...

At least he would have a way to travel to another world and live out the rest of his life under a new name.

So this could work!

Seeing that Morty seemed tempted, Grandpa did not waste another word. He pulled out a portal gun the size of a handgun and fired it straight ahead.

The glossy green liquid formed a man-sized oval wall of liquid less than 0.1 seconds after touching the air.

This was one of the most absurd things in Rick and Morty.

As long as there was enough energy, you could open as many portals as you wanted.

And they could lead to all sorts of bizarre worlds.

Filled with anticipation, Morty approached the portal excitedly and first tested what it felt like by touching it with a finger.

Once he felt that it was like touching water, Morty closed his eyes and walked in.

The next second.

When Morty opened his eyes, he found himself in a massive upside-down city!!!

Where the sky should have been, there was an ocean.

[Th-this place... It never appeared in the cartoon at all...]

Just as Morty started to feel that he had been too reckless, Grandpa stepped out of the portal. He took out a small flask from the inner pocket of his jacket.

After taking a swig of liquor that was definitely over fifty proof, he let out a belch and seemed to relax.

Morty, who had forgotten about Grandpa's drinking habit, watched him walk toward a store.

Morty had only just followed him over.

When Grandpa kicked in the store's glass window.

The chair people inside...

"What the hell?! What kind of freaky thing is this???"

Inside a modern human-style store, a group of chair people stared at Grandpa in terror, while most of the merchandise in the store was actually...

Phones!

In their strange hands, which barely deserved to be called hands, they held people about the size of cell phones.

Chair people?

Phone merchandise?

Humanoid phones?

His worldview thoroughly shaken, Morty rubbed his eyes. Once he confirmed that he was not dreaming...

Grandpa had already pulled out his gun and fired at the ceiling.

"Robbery! Hand over your money!!!"