The Death Knell

Breakfast was very simple, oatmeal soaked in orange juice, just like before. Rick did not show up to eat with them, and was still huddled in his garage laboratory, which made Morty relax a lot.

Mother Bess at the dinner table was very happy because she had become the best veterinarian in the United States. After breakfast, she was going to fly to Washington to sterilize the cockroaches in the president's house.

But during the meal, the parents didn't have much communication. Even though Jerry was so handsome now, Bess didn't seem to see him. She just left the empty bowl and washed it for him after the meal.

After dinner, Morty returned to his room, closed the door and called Deathstroke Rick.

"Deathstroke Rick, this is my mother's dream, right?"

"No, this is your sister's dream in the late summer." Deathstroke gave the answer directly, completely beyond Morty's expectation: "Dreams can reflect people's moods. In the late summer, I hope Bess can make more money. I hope Compared with other fathers, Jerry can not lose face, and I hope Grandpa Rick can make more preparations for adventures. These all prove that she is the master of the dream."

"But why hasn't she changed?" Morty rubbed his head, feeling puzzled.

"She has also undergone other changes. For example, her bust and hip measurements have increased a few sizes, and her smile is more friendly. She also had her teeth cleaned." Death Knell opened another bottle of wine, and then there was a sound of drinking water: "But in general She said that she was satisfied with her condition and therefore did not make any special changes."

"Okay, I believe you, then how should I let her kill me next?" Hidden Fox Morty came online again.

"Simple, every adolescent girl will have a boy she likes. You just need to wait until night and she deliberately acts as a lightbulb when she goes out on a date. She will definitely think you are in the way and curse you in her heart for not dying. The meaner you behave , the better the effect will be, and then you can secretly find a place where no one is around to commit suicide, and she won’t be able to react.”

Deathstroke faintly mentioned the tactics, as if he had already calculated the psychology of late summer.

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Morty died, but he lived again and entered the dreamland on the upper level.

I still woke up from bed, but this time the window outside the window was not a familiar street, but a vast universe.

At this time, with the sound of a bellows-like respirator, the door opened, and Jerry, dressed as Darth Vader, came in and asked Morty to get up and go to the Empire Palace for breakfast.

"I am your father!"

Dropping an iconic line, Darth Vader went downstairs.

"Okay, I already know this time, this is Jerry's dream." Morty scratched his face and put on Luke Skywalker's costume beside the bed: "He does lack imagination. Just copying Star Wars, so Beth will be Queen Amidala and Summer will be Princess Leia, I know it all."

"Haha, your family can really match up..." Deathstroke was already laughing. I don't know why, but it seemed that the whole thing had become a joke, which touched his point of laughter: "It seems that this The Rick in the dream will be Palpatine, but it doesn't matter, you need to let Darth Vader kill you now."

"What should I do?" Morty did not hesitate and hung the toy lightsaber on his belt.

"Dark Warrior only loves Padmé. No matter who kills Queen Amidala, he will definitely take revenge." Deathstroke gave another tactic.

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Dead and awake.

This time, Morty revived in a corner of his home, but he was shrunk. The scene looked like an alien battlefield. Many large ants were attacking the human defense line. The shrunken people were fighting in a matchbox-shaped Resistance in the bunker.

The strongest warrior in the multiverse became the commander of the Human Federation in the late summer. He controlled the vacuum cleaner to resist the ants' attack. However, the front line was very critical, and a siege network of the Zerg was about to be formed.

"what should I do?"

Morty was already a little numb.

"This is the nightmare your cockroach had after watching "Starship Troopers 3". Now you have to find some leftovers, smear it on yourself, and let the ants bite you to death. After all, it is normal for people to die on the battlefield."

"It seems that my father's imagination is about the same as that of a cockroach?"

Morty asked Deathstroke Rick as he did so.

"perhaps."

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Die, wake up.

This time Morty woke up on his desk at school, and the girl he had a crush on, Jessica, was walking past the window, but the dream top was still spinning, so it was still a dream.

An abnormality soon appeared. Instead of teaching knowledge, the school organized a dance competition for the students. The students were talking one second, but suddenly started singing and dancing the next second.

"Who in your school is the biggest fan of 'High School Musical'? Find that person."

Deathstroke's instructions came directly, without Morty even having to ask.

............

It's this kind of reincarnation, jumping repeatedly between death and awakening, Morty has experienced tens of thousands of times.

His eyes have gradually changed, becoming like a serial killer or a battlefield veteran who is used to seeing life and death.

The boy had been killed countless times, and had killed many people in order to commit suicide, but those were all illusions in dreams.

He's getting better.

Most of the time, Morty can find out the owner of his dream without any prompting from Deathstroke Rick. Maybe it's the neighbor's dog, or maybe it's a passing taxi driver.

Doctors’ dreams, politicians’ dreams, flowers and plants’ dreams, everything.

There are all kinds of them, all of them illogical and exaggerated to the point of appearing weird.

But for Morty, this makes no difference. He only has one goal and one mission, which is to die and try his best to return to reality. Anyone who hinders him from achieving this goal is an enemy.

Time has passed for too long, and maybe there is no concept of time in the layers of dreams, but it seems that he has spent ten thousand years, and he has even forgotten why he wanted to return to reality.

Fight, work hard, and then transcend, repeating the cycle countless times.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the old dream top, which is still spinning.

Every time he wakes up, Morty will make it spin. As long as the spinning time exceeds six seconds, he will find a way to commit suicide, or kill someone and then be killed.

This is like an endless hell, and there will never be a day of freedom.

But the world has become more and more like reality, which shows that he is on the right path. Each dream has gone from being science fiction and fantasy at the beginning to just looking like a political satire. It has become too real.

Efforts will eventually pay off, and he finally got good news. Deathstroke Rick's voice sounded again:

"I see you, Morty, you're back to reality."

"Really?" Morty looked down at the spinning top in his palm, silently loaded the shotgun and put on his sunglasses: "Then where are you?"

"I'm in the garage, come and let Grandpa Rick take a look at you."

Deathstroke Rick didn't seem to be aware of this, just urging Morty.

This time there was no need for Jerry to wake him up. Morty carried the shotgun and walked through the dining room on the first floor to the garage. He kicked open the door, raised the gun and rained bullets on the strange man in black and yellow armor.

"This is still a dream! Your dream! Kill me! Or I will kill you!"

He roared and opened fire, as if he was possessed by a macho man in a movie. The flame from the muzzle illuminated the dim garage, and also illuminated his face full of vicissitudes of life.

"Why do you want to kill me? Isn't this reality bad?"

Deathstroke asked him with a smile. He just raised his hand and all the shotgun balls were stopped in the air by the Force.

"I can feel and think, which means I really exist. However, this illusory reality will only cause me more pain. I will live in a dream forever. You are also fake. No one can save me! I What’s the point of living?!”

"Sorry, Morty, the meaning of life can only be realized by yourself. You are a good boy, so goodbye."

The man in black and yellow armor looked a little regretful. He finally put down the wine glass in his hand and threw a black and gold two-color ball from his waist bag.

The ball shoots out a beam of light, sucking Morty into it.

After landing, it shook a few times, then the button on it lit up and stopped moving.

Compared to the cruel real world, perhaps a dreamland full of snacks, soda drinks, and 18X magazines is more suitable for this Morty.

This is just business, and one of the rules for mercenaries is to not have any emotional connection with the 'goods'.

Su Ming, who was shaking his head, stood up and calmly took the rolled up Poké Ball: "Pet Morty, I got it! ... But this line is obviously not suitable for me, right? Rick?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the garage began to twist, and soon the illusion projected by the equipment faded, revealing another Rick drinking at the workbench not far away, and Morty beside him with a curious face. .

"You really did it. It turns out that parallel worlds and dimensions can still be played like this, and thoughts can become reality. This is the essence of magic. It is equivalent to using a piece of Morty's thoughts to create a new Morty out of thin air. It's interesting, I learned it. , Hiccup! In this case, our deal is established, take your weapons."

Rick very generously picked up the God Killer on the workbench and threw it towards Deathstroke.

At this time, it has undergone a complete set of transformations and has become an indescribable magic weapon, integrating technology and magic, and even some extra money, which should be some law of cause and effect.

When Deathstroke was training Dream Morty, Rick had been modifying the God Killer nearby. He was responsible for the welding and metal splicing sounds.

The rules in this multi-dimensional system are also very simple. There is only one, and that is 'Rick is invincible'. The more Rick, the more invincible. As the strongest scientist in American comics known to Su Ming, Rick in real life, number C137, helps The weapons produced are of course the most powerful.

The God Killer is now like a golden tentacle of living light, wrapped around Deathstroke's arm with electric light, and gradually submerged into the flesh and blood.

I’m afraid we’ll have time to study the specific new abilities, and we’ll have to leave here first.

"Rick? Why do I still have so many Morty and Rick in my mind? Are they really the dream parasites you mentioned?" The genuine Morty looked up and asked his grandfather with a hidden fox expression on his face.

He had actually been watching the so-called 'training process' when Deathstroke was cheating on that Morty, but there were still many things he couldn't understand.

"Ton, ton, ton... hiccup~~~~"

Rick's mouth opened wide and he let out a sour burp. When he threw the weapon, he caught the elf ball thrown by Deathstroke and stuffed it into his white coat pocket:

"I'm telling you, you can't understand it either. All you need to know is that this is the best elf in dreams, Mewtwo Morty! It's rarer than an alien beast, and it's also undergone cruel training. Its characteristics are ruthless and cold-blooded. Sanity, perversion, and darkness, he is very valuable, I can use him to participate in the Multiverse Quartz Conference and become the master of Pet Morty."

When some real-life Ricks in the multiverse die, their corresponding Morty will become a wild Morty. There are countless such wild Mortys, but Deathstroke's technology of using thoughts to copy Morty out of thin air is obviously more powerful. value.

Because it also comes with a set of training procedures for pet Morty.

Su Ming stood up with a smile, hugged Harry who was watching the excitement and waved:

"This is the combined effect of magic and dimensional power, world rules, and mind-reading by the Force. Morty, it's too early for you to be exposed to this... Then Rick, I'll leave first and keep in touch in the future. Happy gaming."

Then, the two Deathstrokes disappeared in a blue light, and Grandpa Rick rolled his eyes:

"Only you can come to my side. I can't go to yours. The existence of world barriers is very unfair. Don't come again! Humph, but I still made a profit. Let's go, good boy Morty. Didn't you say you wanted to play? Dungeons and Dragons? I'm in a good mood today, and I happen to know a parallel universe where team running is the rule."

Morty immediately forgot about the weird scene before. He was so happy that he danced on the spot: "I have to go. My classmates in school are talking about DND. If I can't learn it again, I will be isolated!"

Rick likes his grandson very much, although this grandson is not actually the original Morty, but a substitute.

But it doesn't matter, because I am the Rickiest Rick, and that's enough.

Taking out the dimensional teleportation gun, he opened the door to another parallel universe, and another adventure was about to begin.

Seeing Morty happily running out of the garage to ask his parents and sister to play together, Rick took another drink from the wine bottle, burped contentedly, and smiled.