The hunt for Rick Prime was no longer a revenge mission for Alex; it was a corporate acquisition. When Rick C-137 finally tracked the "Source Rick" to his hideout, Alex was there, standing between Morty and the abyss. When Evil Morty reappeared, offering his assistance with a probability stasis trap, Alex didn't trust the kid, but he respected the math. As Rick Prime's trap sprung—the deadly "Omega Device" looming in the background of their minds—Alex played the part of the concerned brother. He watched the "Other Ricks" die in a chorus of screams, their lives extinguished across every timeline by the Omega Device's reach. Alex didn't care about the casualties; he was mesmerized by the device's output. It was the ultimate eraser, a tool that didn't just kill, but unmade.
Inside the trap, as Rick Prime taunted them from behind his layers of invincibility, Alex reached into his subspace and pulled out an antimatter rifle he'd been saving for a god-tier threat. He handed it to Morty. "Stop shaking and aim for the stabilizers," he commanded, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos. While Morty and Rick focused on the physical brawl, Alex was data-mining. As Evil Morty engaged Rick Prime in a battle of wits and tech, Alex deployed a series of microscopic nanites into the station's mainframe. He wasn't looking for a way out; he was looking for the schematics. When Rick Prime was finally brought low, battered and bleeding, Evil Morty moved in to erase the man's mind, to take everything that made him "Prime." Alex stepped forward, his eyes reflecting the black-and-gold light of the station's core.
"Wait," Alex said, stopping Evil Morty just as the memory-extraction began. The two "sidekicks" stared at each other—the one who wanted to be left alone and the one who wanted everything. Alex didn't make a threat; he made an offer. "You want to live in your yellow-portal paradise without Rick ever bothering you again. I can make sure C-137 stays in his lane. In exchange, I want a copy of the Omega schematics and the final equation for the Golden Fluid stabilization. You're already taking his mind—just CC me on the email." Evil Morty paused, his robotic eye whirring as he calculated the risk. A copy of the device meant Alex could become a threat, but it also meant Alex had a reason to keep the multiverse stable. "Deal," Evil Morty muttered, transferring a dense data-packet into Alex's neural link.
As Rick C-137 took his bloody, hollow revenge on the man who killed his wife, Alex stood in the corner of the room, his mind racing through millions of lines of code. He had it. The Omega Device, the Golden Fluid, and the memory-bank of the most dangerous man in existence. When the portal home opened, Alex looked back at the wreckage of Rick Prime's empire. He was no longer just a twin, a "spare Morty," or a member of the Smith household. He was a multiversal architect. He returned to Earth-C-131 not as a survivor, but as a conqueror in waiting. Beth, Space Beth, and Summer were waiting for him, unaware that the man returning to them now held the power to delete their reality with a thought. Alex smiled, a cold, Stark-Wayne-Sanchez hybrid of a smile, and began the final calibration of his own portal gun. The Rick and Morty multiverse was just the beginning; there were other fictions, other gods, and other worlds waiting to be optimized.