I'm Going to Blow Up This World

[I've never been this speechless in my life...]

[Can someone tell me what kind of goddamn adventure this is...]

[Take me to a world I actually know, like One Piece, Naruto, or even Pleasant Goat—I know all their plots!]

[You brought me to some Chair-People World, and the first thing we did was rob people of their cookie... money? What the hell are we doing!!!]

Morty was being chased frantically by three police cars that looked fairly normal. He ran behind his grandpa with a sack of cookie cash in his hands.

With a face full of question marks, he had no idea what he was even doing.

What he understood even less was how that group of people, whose bodies were all chairs and who literally looked like chair people, could drive police cars!!!

Even more ridiculous was...

Isn't your driving speed way too slow?!

I can run faster than your cars!

Of course, Morty felt that stopping would definitely get him killed, so he still didn't dare slow down and instead threw some taunts at them.

But Morty had only just entered high school, and with his dad's lousy genes mixed in, he had at most one-quarter Rick blood. He soon began to tire.

His grandpa, who was leading the way, turned around and glanced at the panting Morty. Curling his lip in disgust, he reached out and grabbed Morty by the arm.

Then a portal opened, and the two of them rushed straight through it.

They returned directly to the garage.

Lying on the floor and gasping desperately for air, Morty was beginning to suspect that his grandpa had been trying to get him killed.

Otherwise, why would "seeing the world" mean—

Going to that fucking Chair-People World to see the world.

Then robbing a pile of cookies and bringing them back???

Faced with Morty's wide-eyed, questioning expression, his grandpa picked up the bag, sprang gracefully to his feet, and walked into the house.

"Beth, I brought you a pile of fresh cookies. They're all worth a hundred—cough, cough! They're all one hundred percent delicious!"

Morty: "..."

At that moment, Morty's heart went cold.

Now he understood.

Taking him out to broaden his horizons was one thing. Bringing snacks back for his precious daughter was another.

But if the two could be combined, then... why not do both at once!

So I'd never entered another universe before, and you just dragged me straight across dimensions without considering whether my heart could take it at all???

Or is shock therapy a Rick-exclusive treatment???

Completely lost, Morty had no idea what he was supposed to do next or how he should deal with any of this.

As someone with the reading experience of over a hundred webnovels—

Even after ending up in the world of Rick and Morty, he was helpless...

Under his mom's rather piercing urging, he caught his breath, then calmly walked into the living room and sat down to eat cookies with everyone else.

Until, in the blink of an eye, one night half a year later...

Over those six entire months, Morty had spent fewer than eight days at school in total. Today, he had just gone to an alien planet with his grandpa and gotten involved in a war between two races.

After fighting a battle and helping the losing side turn the tables, only to then take that side out with his grandpa because they looked too ugly after taking off their helmets, Morty returned home to Earth and took a shower.

He had just lain down on his bed.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly at how quickly those six months had passed...

Who would have thought that he would spend a full half year so peacefully under his grandpa's wing? Even when he occasionally acted bravely enough to break Morty's character setting—

Not only had it failed to make his grandpa suspicious, it had earned his vigorous praise instead.

Aside from his combat ability skyrocketing, he had also hidden quite a few good things under his bed.

For example, the Mr. Meeseeks that had appeared in the cartoon, a helmet that let him understand animals, and a commemorative badge from NASA for humanity's first contact with aliens.

Such a fulfilling half year made Morty feel that not buying a ticket and running away back then had really been a wise choice.

He had previously suspected that his grandpa had ulterior motives toward him.

Who would have known that he was more like a kind grandpa who, in order to make up for the lack of family affection, spent every day either taking him out, taking him and his sister out together, or sometimes taking them across the universe to have fun.

Well, if he ignored all the people who had been taken out over the past six months.

This definitely would have been a wholesome family comedy.

Rather than an adults-only multiverse slaughterfest...

Well! To all those people who became the unfun part of an adventure story...

Sorry!

With anticipation for tomorrow's new adventure, Morty closed his eyes and fell asleep. But not long after, his grandpa burst through the door.

The reek of alcohol pouring off him and his drunken rambling made Morty frown deeply.

His grandpa taking them out to have fun often was one thing.

But his drinking problem had gradually evolved into endless alcoholism!

Sometimes, there was practically nowhere to stand in his grandpa's car-sized spaceship because it was crammed full of empty liquor bottles!

Morty had spent about a week calculating his grandpa's alcohol consumption.

On average, he drank forty kilograms of alcohol a day!

Forty kilograms!

A slimmer girl might not even weigh a hundred jin.

His grandpa drank that much alcohol in a single day!..

Not wanting the grandpa who took him across the multiverse to show off and have fun everywhere to die like this, Morty had previously tried to persuade him to drink less.

But... it was completely useless!

His grandpa, who drank until the world turned upside down and lived in a drunken haze, didn't care about any of that.

Now, his drunk grandpa had come looking for him.

Morty sat up but didn't get out of bed. Instead, he glared at him irritably.

"Morty, I need you. I need you to do me a favor."

He glanced at the time on his phone screen and saw that it was around two in the morning. Morty couldn't help sighing inwardly.

The past half year of adventures had been fun and exciting. He had even discussed the physiological structures of primates and humanoid creatures with several women who had once been far beyond his reach before he transmigrated.

But his sleep quality now...

It had truly fallen to an abysmal level.

If they went out punctually during the day every time, Morty could accept it.

But every now and then, especially in the middle of the night, his grandpa would drag him off to some world to secretly do something bad.

Calling it: a dark night with strong winds, perfect for doing bad things.

Or saying, "Don't you think the wind and alcohol at three in the morning make you look forward to the future even more?"

But Morty really didn't want to go tonight because he was simply too exhausted. He even felt that, despite being physically fourteen years old, he had less energy than his grandpa.

But what kind of personality did his grandpa have?

Seeing that Morty was unwilling to move, his grandpa—despite already being drunk—immediately stepped forward, grabbed Morty by the foot, and dragged him outside.

That terrifying strength could no longer be described as the peak of human ability. He was more like an ancient beast wearing human skin.

Morty's physical condition had improved quite a bit after half a year of training, but in the face of that kind of power, he still had no ability to resist.

Feeling utterly dead inside, he was dragged all the way to the garage.

Looking at the spaceship, which was still filled with empty liquor bottles, Morty only wanted to light a cigarette and clear out the stench that had practically soaked into the seats.

Watching his grandpa drive the spaceship like an ordinary car, Morty, long used to the sight, asked calmly, "Grandpa, where are we going tonight?"

His grandpa had just taken a sip of alcohol when, in a voice even calmer than Morty's, he said something that made Morty's scalp tingle.

"I'm going to blow up this world."

Morty: "..."

At that moment, Morty's facial expression twisted almost beyond recognition. He simply couldn't believe what he had just heard.

We've been together for half a year, and then on one completely ordinary night, you suddenly call me over and say you're going to blow up this world???

What the hell are you doing?!