Do You Want to Go Back?

"Rick! Think of something, quick! We have to escape from here! If we stay on this planet, we're completely dead!!!"

"No! We have to find the Mega Fruit before we leave. Otherwise, it won't be so easy to learn where it is next time! Do you know how rare the Mega Fruit is!!!"

Thanks to Grandpa's painfully practiced escape skills, honed over at least decades of experience and practically godlike in their mastery.

The two of them hid deep within the planet by digging tunnels, crossing underground rivers, blasting through oil deposits, and detonating natural gas pockets.

But the Cthulhu family of four, enlarged by n times, clearly weren't the sort of n who would foolishly stand still just because their targets had moved beyond attack range.

Grandpa ran underground right in front of them. What were they supposed to do?

Did they even need to think about it?

They would just hollow out the entire planet!

Thus, the four beings renowned throughout the Cthulhu World became desperately miserable miners on this planet, in a scene that was absurdly out of place.

The civilization on this planet only wanted to curse out loud...

So we got caught up in this completely unprovoked disaster!

Our planet had struggled for n years, from ancient times until today. Countless people had bled and wept to unite beneath one flag.

We had finally escaped the age of the ground and begun stepping into the age of the skies and space.

Then four things, each 8,846 meters tall, suddenly showed up.

Were they trying to bring about the apocalypse???

Someone! Blow them to hell!

Anyway, we still had a huge stockpile of weapons left over from before global unification that we'd never had a chance to use!

Now was the perfect time to clear out our inventory!

And also... prepare a spaceship for me. We upper-class people needed to find somewhere safer to direct the operation... That's right! Only from a safe zone could our command be effective!

But whether they were energy weapons or gunpowder weapons, after merely two or three rounds of attacks, they were stopped by Cthulhu's maddening gibberish.

Afterward, through memory searches, they discovered that this planet possessed a massive population, as well as technology?

What the hell was technology?

As the poster child for the incomprehensible realm, Cthulhu was hardly stupid. After spending some time figuring out what those things were for.

He used them against Rick.

Large numbers of ground-detection devices were activated.

Satellites in space also began scanning the surface.

Furthermore, the people all over the planet whom Cthulhu had transformed into believers began spreading in every direction like ants.

Morty and Grandpa, meanwhile, did not stay where they were and wait to die.

Grandpa was determined to take a Mega Fruit seed with him. Otherwise, he would rather have a proper round with those four giants.

But Morty...

Watching the only ten episodes of the story he had ever seen get warped by Cthulhu into an adventure so absurdly outrageous from the very first episode.

It was like being in an online game world, just as his character was finally reaching their first class advancement, only for a boss that only third-class experts could handle.

To suddenly jump right in front of him and start a fight.

And it was the kind of showdown where, if he died, he would not even get the chance to delete his account and start over!

Since the whole situation was so ridiculous, Morty naturally did not go easy on Grandpa with his words. He berated him the entire way.

Finally, after the two of them passed through an underground river.

Grandpa could no longer hold it in.

"Fk! Morty! You dogshit with a brain full of crap! One of the unwritten rules of the Cthulhu World is that you can't say their names!"

"I told you this before!"

"I already gave you an out just now, but this piece of trash with a brain the size of a fly kept yammering in my ear forever. Do you seriously think you didn't do anything wrong at all!"

Morty: "How come I don't remember that?"

Hearing that, Morty thought back, only to realize that the memory of it simply did not exist in his head.

No! He wasn't someone who forgot things that easily!

But Grandpa clearly did not intend to give him more time to think.

While drilling through the underground with their laser tunneling device, the two had already run roughly seven or eight kilometers ahead.

Feeling that they had probably reached a safe area, Grandpa naturally did not want to remain underground.

So the two returned to the surface.

In the distance, a group of people with human faces, horns on their heads, and bodies built like Schwarzenegger spotted the grandfather and grandson.

They immediately charged over.

Grandpa picked them off one shot at a time with his energy gun.

Morty, who had long since developed a tacit understanding with him, took the opportunity to run forward.

Of course, he was not planning to abandon Grandpa and flee.

Rather, in a world with an extremely advanced civilization, any person without combat equipment would surely carry some common personal belongings.

Given the importance of communication to every civilization.

No matter what kind of civilization it was, once it entered the technological age, communication technology would inevitably develop along with it.

So Morty ran over to a corpse and, sure enough, found something like a cellphone on its body.

It was just that its cylindrical shape left him unsure of how to use it.

But with Grandpa around, there was no need to worry about that!

After bringing the item back to Grandpa, Morty took the gun and continued killing the enemies Cthulhu had transformed into believers.

Meanwhile, all-purpose Grandpa began studying the cylinder.

As Morty picked them off one by one, he looked at Grandpa's serious expression and let out a leisurely sigh in his heart.

Honestly, if it weren't for him deliberately trying to train me...

He could handle the thinking and solve the problems.

I could figure out a way to turn my adventures into eating, drinking, having fun, and messing around all over the universe. That would be a truly comfortable life...

After firing several shots and taking down a few burly men, Morty had been in a fairly good mood—until Grandpa's long string of profanity ruined it.

"Morty! You lowly life-form that's worse than dogshit! What do I usually teach you?"

"Alien stuff is different from ours! Different!"

"Just because you buy a pair of Warrior canvas shoes doesn't mean you can tell people they're Converse skate shoes!"

"When you got this lousy thermos, you didn't even check it before handing it straight to me. Were you expecting me to connect to this planet's network with a thermos?"

Morty: "..."

Looking at the twisted-off bottle cap in Grandpa's hand and the steaming warm water inside, Morty's face—battle-hardened after half a year of being verbally blasted by Grandpa—rarely flushed with embarrassment.

He had followed Grandpa through countless worlds.

Yet at a time like this, he had made such a rookie mistake.

It would be so humiliating if anyone found out...

"Looks like once this is over, we still need to make a trip back to Planet Grant IV in Universe 16!"

The Planet Grant IV Grandpa mentioned.

Made Morty shudder immediately.

If he had to rate every world he had visited over the past half year by how terrifying they were.

Then Planet Grant IV would undoubtedly deserve first place!

This planet produced the most powerful warriors and assassins in Universe 16.

In order to improve Morty's combat strength, Grandpa had deliberately used business negotiations as an excuse before kicking him over there to train.

Of course, Morty did not object to improving his combat ability.

It was just... what kind of hellish place was Planet Grant IV!!!

A dual tempering of soul and body!

Fighting on the battlefield during the day, fighting in dreams at night.

Without pause, day and night, never stopping!

If it had merely been nonstop fighting, Morty could have endured it.

After all, he just had to face all kinds of strange things head-on.

But the problem was, there were warrior training courses...

And assassin training courses...

And by some cursed stroke of luck, Grandpa had signed him up for an anti-assassination course...

Every day, three hundred assassins came at him from three hundred and sixty directions without a single blind spot.

So when Grandpa mentioned going back and throwing him onto Planet Grant IV again, Morty immediately panicked!