"YOU DARE INSULT AN OLD ONE, HOW DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? UNWORTHY MONKEY, YOU SHOULD BE BOWING YOUR HEAD IN REVERENCE RIGHT NOW"
Rick scoffed. "Pfft, nah." He held up the stone, waving it lazily. "So, what? Do you want this back? 'Cause last time I checked, finders keepers, losers weepers, and all that."
The figure's form wavered, its flames flaring brighter. "YOU HAVE MADE A MISTAKE. I WILL CORRECT IT."
The moment the words left its mouth, the garage trembled. The portal expanded violently, swallowing half the room. Objects were sucked into the vortex—papers, tools, Jerry's half-empty can of diet soda. Then came the real problem: the figure stepped through.
The second it fully entered our reality, everything changed. The air itself bent around it like space was rejecting its presence. The lights in the house burst, and an oppressive weight settled on my chest. Rick's grin faltered just a little. "Okay, now we're talking."
Jerry, meanwhile, had completely lost it. "NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE—" He made a run for the door, only for the entity to flick a single finger. Jerry froze mid-sprint, hovering in the air like a trapped insect.
"RELINQUISH THE STONE," the entity commanded.
Rick sighed. "See, you're making this way too dramatic, dude."
I reached into his coat and pulled out what looked like a grenade. This is Singularity Grenades, it creates localized implosions to pull in and damage everything in a small radius.
AN: This is the method that I thought of after I posted the vote for the description, I dedicate a part of the text for it, those who don't want to read it can skip it.
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The Singularity Grenade is a sleek, compact device designed for high-tech warfare and tactical deployment. Roughly the size of a baseball, its exterior shell is composed of dark matte alloy, resistant to heat and pressure. Thin, faintly glowing energy veins pulse along its surface, indicating its charge status.
At its core, a miniature gravity core hums faintly, encased in a reinforced containment shell. The grenade features a circular dial on one side, allowing the user to adjust the timer before activation. A small LED screen provides a readout of the set delay, with a tactile thumb switch for easy adjustments even in combat.
When primed, the grenade emits a low, throbbing hum, and the glowing veins brighten, intensifying just before detonation. Upon activation, it collapses inward, generating a brief, shimmering distortion in space before unleashing a crushing gravitational pull. Despite its devastating power, safety measures ensure it won't detonate unless thrown or manually confirmed, making it a reliable yet terrifying tool in the right hands.
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I immediately turned the damage level to maximum and held the button for exactly 2 seconds as it pierced by skin cells and took my fingerprint. For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. This time I used to hit everyone with my teleport gun, teleporting them a short distance away. Sadly, I was not able to make it before the entire garage exploded.
AN: The end, Thank you for reading my book and for your support please check out my other books which include: Chronicles of the Strongest Challenger, God of The Machines, Modern World Cultivation, Naruto: Log in System, and Finally but not least, Chronicles of Multiverse.
AN: Just kidding, You fell for it, Didn't you? Like I was going to end with such an ass ending. Nah, bitch I got you hooked on some addictive stuff here. We still aren't even 10% there, you are still stuck with me after all. Here is the rest of the chapter:
When I came to, the first thing I registered was the sharp scent of ozone. The second was the groaning of Jerry from somewhere nearby. I opened my eyes to see what remained of the Smith family garage—or rather, the crater where it used to be. Rick was standing in the middle of it all, frantically looking around. He didn't even have his jacket on him.
"Buddy, Where are you? OH NO, NO, NO. Richard, Where are you? Fuck." Rick was picking the rubles and throwing them to the side looking for me, it seems. He does have some humanity in his heart anyway? I sat up, rubbing my head, and was about to call him out when I heard him say "Who is going to help me clean up? Who is going to be my adventure sidekick? I mean I still got Morty but he won't get me coffee, or listen to my science"
I guess this is good enough, This will be the best care I can get out of him now anyway. I just said, "Rick, I am fine." He turned around with a disappointed gaze and said
"Oh? You are alive. I guess I didn't need to act like I care for your mother then" Rick said, I chuckled at that. This guy…"Anyway, What happened to that thing?"
Rick shrugged. "Dunno. You wither probably vaporized an extra-dimensional god-thing. Or send it back to its timeline. Either way, problem solved."
Jerry sat up, looking around in horror. "PROBLEM SOLVED?! RICK, OUR GARAGE IS GONE!"
Rick took a swig from his flask. "Eh. That's a tomorrow problem. Plus, we have the richest and top 2 smartest men on this planet. I think we can fix a garage."
I exhaled, trying to push down the migraine forming in my skull. "And the stone?"
Rick twirled it between his fingers. "Oh, this baby? Still functional. But I'm thinking we put it away for a rainy day."
I gave him a flat stare. "Rick, we just survived a cosmic horror temper tantrum, and your takeaway is 'rainy day'? At least give it to me, I can research it more."
Rick smirked. "You want it, you can have it. We can call it even for saving my life." I chuckled and said
"Sure, your life is equivalent to a cosmic stone"
"Don't push it" Rick said with a smirk as we laughed at each other and us together. Meanwhile, Jerry joined in for I don't know what?