But Failed to Escape

The next day.

Morty slept soundly through the night.

When he got up early in the morning, there was no Rick kicking down his door, nor was there anything strange in his room.

Morty had almost grown unaccustomed to such a peaceful life.

He got dressed, left his room, and went downstairs to the dining room.

His mother had already prepared breakfast and put on her makeup for work, but she stood by the door until she saw him come downstairs.

Only then did she leave.

Morty glanced to the right and saw a bowl of Sichuan fried sauce noodles already set on the dining table. His heart immediately warmed.

Even though his persona was that of a born-and-raised American.

His stomach was wholeheartedly oriented toward the East.

After half a year here, he still hadn't gotten used to the food.

Especially that cloyingly sweet sugar...

Morty could never understand how they managed to make things with such absurdly high sugar content!

His mother hadn't said much about it. Except on days when she was rushing to work, she would usually go to the Chinese restaurant in town and have the chef prepare an authentic bowl of Sichuan fried sauce noodles for him.

Don't ask why he didn't eat spicy noodles, or old Beijing fried sauce noodles.

He just liked that spicy kick, but Morty's tolerance for heat couldn't handle anything a level higher...

Since it was Saturday.

Morty didn't have to go to school. He walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The steaming bowl of fried sauce noodles looked utterly appetizing.

He picked up his chopsticks and was just about to stir them.

When Morty heard mocking laughter from the living room. "Yo! Isn't this our fake American? Why don't you swim back across the Pacific Ocean to that country?"

[Damn it! Does she really have to ruin my breakfast?]

Morty's brow instantly furrowed. He wanted to get up and have a proper talk about life with that foul-mouthed older sister of his.

But he was already grounded for a month.

If he caused trouble again today, who knew what his mother might do.

In this household, the person you really couldn't provoke had always been his mother Beth, not his grandfather Rick.

After all, sometimes if you cursed Rick out a few times, he would know he was wrong, put on a disdainful look, and avoid the issue.

But Beth was different.

As the descendant with the purest bloodline from Rick's side of the family, another part of her personality came from Morty's grandmother.

The grandmother who had managed to tame a man like Rick and make him willing to marry her.

In a sense, she definitely possessed at least one skill that overwhelmingly surpassed Rick's!

That was being the head of the household, or rather, being a grandmaster of family member management.

That was why, once his mother laid down the law, Morty really would be grounded for a month.

So, to keep some loser hiding upstairs from tattling to his mother, Morty could only choose to ignore his sister's mockery.

He picked up his chopsticks again, stirred the noodles, and had just taken a bite.

Rick's portal opened across from the dining table.

Then Rick stepped out with... two gorgeous twin women, both around six feet tall.

Morty hadn't even swallowed his noodles before he froze. His chopsticks fell to the floor, and he didn't even bother picking them up.

Because those two women... were the Enke sisters!

Which meant Cthulhu...

Wait...

Why the hell had he brought them here?

Oh my God!

If he brought them to the hideout we share, then according to what Ulthar said about the mark, Cthulhu would find us in a few million years...

All right, never mind.

In a few million years, I'd have long since turned to dust.

"Why did you bring them here?"

"It's not just them..."

The moment Rick finished speaking, Morty's femme-fatale-level mother-in-law walked out of the portal with a seductive sway.

The mature thirty-year-old woman was dressed in an outfit with an extremely low amount of fabric, making Little Morty instinctively raise a hand in salute.

Then Little Morty hid.

Because Old K had arrived...

With several scratches across his face, he looked truly miserable, completely lacking the usual arrogance of Cthulhu's big brother.

Lastly, Rick arrived.

[Holy shit! Rick, that old layered pancake! This entire Cthulhu World adventure really was a pit he dug for us!]

[That crap about Rick being inside someone's stomach and creating some giant monster.]

[Bullshit! It was all his doing!]

[Damn it! I need to find a way to shorten my grounding!]

[The sooner I get the Portal Gun, the sooner I can escape from this old layered pancake!]

After that, Morty finally learned what had happened after he left Cthulhu World.

It turned out that one Old God had wanted a change of pace and went to discuss the origins of life across species with Yidhra, one of Old K's wives, supposedly for the sake of reconciliation between their two great factions.

And the result...

They actually fucking pulled it off!

A child of an Old God and a Great Old One!

From the moment he was born, he possessed everything inherited from both parents!

Old K was very unhappy.

Although they didn't care about conventional morality, and he had even done that with his own sister, that was still something among Great Old Ones.

But having a kid with an Old God was going too far, wasn't it!

"Did they really have a monkey?"

"No, no, I mean... did the two of them really give birth to a humanoid creature?"

Upon hearing this, Morty carefully confirmed it several times.

Only then did he accept this somewhat absurd fact.

But then again, even if that child could instantly kill an Old God from birth, why had you come to our world?

The universe was so vast. Couldn't you hide anywhere else?

"The Galactic Empire asked me to contact your Rick last time, but I refused. This time, they came directly with a fleet, so things have gotten tricky."

"They're still hacking at each other over there right now!"

"Once those Flymen find a line of research for weapons like the Silent Sword or the Reality Instrument, all these Great Old Ones will be finished."

"As for why we came here, naturally it's because your Rick owes me a huge favor."

At that point.

Morty knew that The Old K Family moving into their world was now one hundred percent certain.

Partly because Rick owed Rick a favor.

But more importantly, because Rick's scheme this time had caused the Galactic Empire to set its sights on Rick.

If you still wouldn't lend me a hand after all that, then you'd really be acting like a Rick!

"All right, all right. Here's the key. It's the house to the right of ours. Take them over there."

Rick, who had remained silent the whole time, took out the key to the house on their right and tossed it to Rick. Then he began shooing them away, unwilling to say another word.

Sure enough, Ricks and Ricks could never live harmoniously together.

But Rick and the others were driven away.

Old K, the Enke sisters, and Kassogtha did not leave.

At that moment, Rick patted Morty on the shoulder and said in an extremely grave tone, "Morty, don't casually make marriage arrangements with people ever again..."

"Because once you strip away marriage's emotional veneer, it's all just about legal union, and those rules only apply in our environment."

"And now, you're about to pay for what you've done."

"Choose one union."

"I already bargained them down for you."

"You can't handle a threesome."