Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

That's right, in his dream, Rick pulled himself into another dream.

It wasn't about doing anything to myself, but rather about discussing with him the possibility of replacing Grandpa's body so that the dream Rick could leave my mind.

After all... no Rick would even consider Morty's physical body...

But you want to replace Grandpa?

Then we can't be friends anymore!

The Rick in this dream is indeed a Rick created from my subconscious, and I am perfectly aware of my feelings of both respect and fear towards my grandfather.

That's why he dared to bring this up.

But you are just Rick, created by my own will.

It's not a complete Rick at all.

From a purely practical standpoint, having you replace your grandfather would inevitably result in the complete loss of much precious information, because you simply don't have any of your grandfather's own memories.

So there are many things that only Grandpa knows, and many people that you won't recognize at the time. What if one of Grandpa's best friends suddenly appears out of nowhere?

Upon discovering that you are not Grandpa, he will surely seek revenge for him.

Then both of us are doomed.

Secondly, I know myself that deep down, I didn't really feel like my grandfather took good care of me...

Now you're asking me, the guy who's 100% going to abandon me in the future, to replace my grandpa who's 50% likely to abandon me? Am I just plain crazy?

So, Morty just wants to stall for time for now.

I dragged it to the Yellow King's page to read the contract...

This was because Jerry's shot had just jolted him awake from the overwhelming temptation, and upon regaining his senses, he realized that he hadn't even discussed and finalized a single detail with the other party.

How dare you casually sign a soul agreement with a group of soul entities?

Isn't this like seeing a pit and jumping in with your eyes closed?

That won't do!

We can't play the ancient formula where a loser is chosen by a god for some reason, given abilities, and then gets terribly screwed over by that same god just before or after he succeeds.

This is modern society.

Even the Cthulhu mythos has to follow some rules, right?

Facing the 'rules' King in Yellow, he rested his chin on his right hand and slowly turned the page with his left at a rate of one page every three minutes.

The large toad sitting next to him leaned back in his chair, its face covered in soft black hair facing the ceiling.

His lifeless eyes were filled with accusations against this treacherous world.

contract...

A nine-hundred-page contract?!

Do you think this is a business transaction between companies, or a business transaction between a company and an individual?

I'll make countless moves in exchange for you igniting the fire of the divine kingdom in the future, and you still want to sign a contract with me?

You're insulting me!

We, the Great Old Ones, are men of our word!

At most... at most, I'll just sleep it off and forget about it!

But how can you use a contract to humiliate us?

Although the giant toad was angry, he knew he had to endure it, otherwise they wouldn't have such a good opportunity to discuss this matter with Morty again.

[Ugh, that bastard Cthulhu, he happily ran away from our universe, leaving us guys to fend for ourselves...]

Next time I see him, I'm going to kill that bastard!

Old K, who was being complained about by the giant toad, is actually in Grandpa's garage right now.

About eight hours have passed since Morty fell asleep until his grandfather found him.

Grandpa, carrying an antimatter annihilation cannon on his shoulder, was pointing the cannon at Old Ke. His fierce and murderous look made Old Ke break out in a thick layer of cold sweat.

"Cthulhu, the time you agreed upon has passed. Tell me how you want to die!"

The beads of cold sweat were not even enough to describe Old Ke's inner emotions.

Not daring to wipe away the sweat, he answered in a trembling voice, "I...I...I'll try! I'll try! Give me a little more time! I'll definitely pull Morty back from this dream!"

"Then hurry up, otherwise the process of dying will be very slow!" Grandpa's displeased tone suppressed his rage and mania.

The fact that none of the people standing at the garage door—Sammy, Beth, and Kasogsa—dared to come up and persuade him meant that Grandpa had now reached the point where he would kill anyone who stood in his way.

The manic feeling released from the most primal emotions in his heart not only affected everyone in the house, but also affected Grandpa's judgment.

As someone who prefers scheming to fighting.

Grandpa never expected that he would have a mishap!

He looked towards the upper right of the 'L'-shaped workbench, where there was a mechanical device containing some special items.

Unable to pull Morty out of his dream, he was already considering whether to use his trump card.

Because the longer Morty sleeps, the better.

The more this shows, the more excited he is about the fire of the Kingdom of God!

That won't do!

Arbitrarily altering any element of the universe will directly cause a disaster that affects the entire universe!

It is also a clarion call to declare war on all technological civilizations.

If I weren't so unfamiliar with dreams, I would have already rushed into Morty's dream, slapped him across the face a few times, and dragged him out!

Another half hour passed.

Grandpa, whose patience had long since run out, placed his right thumb on the trigger and used his left hand to turn on the accumulator switch of the shoulder-fired cannon.

hum!

Accompanied by a spatial tremor from the cannon muzzle and a beeping sound, Old Ke's fear spread from his heart to his entire body.

Blood rushed to my head, my mouth became increasingly dry, and my hands and feet felt cold.

The word 'death' seemed to have already fallen upon Old Ke's head.

He was on the verge of emotional collapse and burst into tears on the spot.

I'm not an expert on dreams at all!

You're basically forcing someone who's an expert in front-end development to do back-end development!

It's all code! But that's not the kind of code I'm proficient in!

fuck!!

fuck!!

fuck!!

Old Ke's mind was instantly filled with countless American nationalistic phrases, but these phrases had no effect on the current situation.

The fact that he managed to get Jerry in is already considered an exceptional performance.

As for waking Morty?

To forcibly end his dream?

This isn't a computer! Who would dare to forcibly stop the brain's 'normal' reaction at a time like this?!

Damn it!

Heartbroken, Old K looked at the antimatter annihilation cannon so close to him. With a death wish, he smiled in despair, spread his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Cthulhu! What are you doing!" Kasogsa exclaimed.

“Rick! Don’t do this! He’s the only one among us who knows a little about dreams!” Beth pleaded with her grandfather not to act rashly.

"Grandpa..."

Before Sangmei could speak, Grandpa suddenly threw down the cannon and walked to the upper right corner of the workbench. He knew that Cthulhu had done his best.

Pushing them any further will be pointless.

Now I have to bring out some of my most treasured secrets.

Sigh, I guess I'll have to unlock my intelligence eventually...

Chapter 122 Jerry Again

Push aside the sheet metal on the workbench, enter the password on the mechanical lock below, and then pull open the outer alloy door. Four small, pale blue glass bottles containing liquids, emitting a chilling aura, appear before everyone.

“Sangmei, what is that? You and Morty usually…you spend more time in the garage than I do, have you ever seen this before?”

"I don't know. Grandpa has never taken this out in front of us. It must be some kind of secret of his!"

The silent grandfather took out a glass bottle, closed the alloy door, looked at Morty who had been sitting in the chair for eight and a half hours, and poured the liquid in the glass bottle directly into his mouth.

It has a bitter taste, similar to the texture of cod liver oil.

My grandfather, who has always had very high standards when it comes to food, finished the drink with a frown, and decided to find some time to upgrade the taste of the drink.

As the liquid flows down the esophagus into the stomach, it immediately reacts with the bacteria in the stomach and begins to seep into the blood vessels. Finally, through the blood supply system of the heart, it enters the brain and reacts with neurons.

The world in Grandpa's eyes became several times clearer than before.

But this 'clarity' comes at a price.

That is, some memories that were deliberately blurred have now become clear.

Grandpa immediately recalled the day he stood in a universe where all life had been destroyed, looking at the rubble and corpses scattered everywhere.

Sadness! Mania! And revenge!

He forcibly controlled his thoughts and focused his attention back on Morty, his only chance for revenge.

After signaling to the sweating old man to get lost, Grandpa called on the AI ​​to collect some materials for him.