Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Old Ke, trying his best to hide his body and serve as a proper background figure, got a glimpse of his grandfather's eyes and even the hairs on his toes stood on end.

That look in his eyes!

Ruined!

He's got his eye on me!

Grandpa waved to Old Ke with his right hand in a friendly manner, while his left hand reached directly to the workbench and took a small scalpel from the robotic arm.

Seeing this, Old Ke didn't dare to step forward at all.

"Come on, Klein, I've never studied the physical structure of the Great Old Ones before. Now's the perfect opportunity, let's sacrifice ourselves for science!"

"You sacrificed time, but I sacrificed my life..." Old Ke sighed inwardly, her heart dripping with tears, and walked towards her grandfather with the most coy manner a shy girl would.

In the end, he still stood in front of his grandfather.

"Come on! Give me the anesthesia first! I want general anesthesia! Just leave me alive in the end!" Old Ke shouted, mustering his courage before immediately closing his eyes.

Grandpa glared at the guy with disdain.

What am I?

Frankenstein's monster?

That's hilarious!

Thinking of this, Grandpa used a scalpel to cut off a piece of fabric from Old Ke's shirt, then kicked the guy in the knee, signaling him to get lost.

Old Ke, who had been kicked away, realized that only a piece of his clothing had been cut. Feeling a sense of relief, he wiped the cold sweat that had just appeared on his forehead and hurriedly walked outside.

When Grandpa threw the piece of cloth into the analyzer on the workbench.

The situation in the second layer of the dream begins to become more complicated.

Just as Grandpa thought.

The dream Rick is actually a part of Morty's own subconscious, and the brains used between the two are, in a sense, related.

It's actually a brain...

This is like sometimes you're solving a problem that takes a while, but you have to do other things in the meantime.

After finishing the temporary task, when I returned to the previous task, I thought about the question casually and surprisingly found an answer.

This is proof that the subconscious mind is at work.

It not only handles problems that the main consciousness doesn't deal with temporarily, but sometimes it even manipulates the main consciousness's decisions.

I saw a matcha cake in a cake shop?

The conscious mind recalled the matcha cake it had eaten, and the sweet taste made both the brain and body crave it.

But at this moment, the subconscious mind may notice that the conscious mind has any shameful or unpleasant memories related to this shop, or to a certain person, or to this matcha cake.

It will then jump out and take this memory out of the main consciousness to look at.

Then...eat a fart!

I'm so angry! That scumbag girl! I ate instant noodles for three weeks straight back then, and bought her a huge matcha cake for her birthday, planning to surprise her at a karaoke bar!

As soon as I walked in, I saw her kissing someone!

fuck!

Therefore, the dream Rick that Morty faces is a subconscious mind that already has its own subjective consciousness.

It no longer unconsciously does things that displease the main consciousness.

Instead, it actively captures information signals from Morty's mind and then decides on its own what to do next.

"You're stalling for time, trying to sign a soul contract with those two, right?"

Rick's sudden remark in the dream instantly wiped the smile off Morty's face, who inwardly exclaimed that this was impossible.

But then I thought...

This isn't even my grandfather!

The Rick standing in front of him is still one with him!

It's not surprising that someone knows what they're thinking!

Thinking of this, Morty, who never liked to expose the truth and then pretend to be okay, asked in return, "Then why do you look like you're not in a hurry at all?"

In the dream world, Rick shrugged indifferently. "Why should I be in a hurry? Your agreement with the King in Yellow and his group is none of my business. I only care about how to get out."

"And you seem quite distrustful of me?"

"Of course it is..." Before Morty could finish his sentence, a roar that echoed throughout the city suddenly came from outside.

Chapter 124: Things Start to Go Wrong

Twenty minutes ago...

Having witnessed countless versions of himself in Morty's real dreams, all of them ended up being killed, cursed, and beaten.

Jerry, who had become extremely cowardly, squatted down on the sidewalk and burst into tears.

The subconscious beings passing by him were drawn by the crying, and upon discovering that the one making the crying was Jerry, they all cast disgusted glances at him.

This subconscious aversion made Jerry secretly glance to either side while crying, hoping someone would come to comfort him.

It directly suffered 10,000 points of real damage.

Now Jerry understood completely.

Morty never liked his old father!

My heart is filled with disgust!

Tears and snot could no longer be stopped dripping down, forming a puddle on the ground that seemed to be flowing into the sewer.

Just then.

The four evil gods in the sky were drawn by the sound of weeping.

As Morty's most imposing and arrogant figure in his subconscious, he is also an invincible character in a certain sense.

Through the continuous shaping of books and games.

In a sense, the Four Gods...

In Morty's heart, he is just as invincible as Rick.

This accumulated and extremely exaggerated image enhancement has given them strength that is no less than Rick's.

This means that among the multiple consciousnesses that enter Morty's dream, they are also characters who are extremely prone to self-awakening.

"Look at this pathetic loser, he has never even enjoyed a shred of the father-son affection that society bestows upon him under the ancient system of surname rights!"

"Hiss! Hiss! What great material! I already have several ideas for advanced pleasures in my head!"

"Heh heh heh heh! He needs to kill! Kill those who disrespect him! Until everyone trembles at the mere mention of his name!"

"Plague is a matter of life and death..."

As Jerry covered his face with his hands, he felt the light around him gradually dimming. With his eyes and nose swollen from crying, he looked up blankly.

The four evil gods, with their 'pleasant expressions,' asked in unison, 'Do you... crave power (respect) [happiness] [immortality]?'

Facing these four evil gods who clearly weren't good guys.

Jerry, who was as cowardly as a worm, immediately shook his head and said that he did not crave anything; he only hoped to receive a little genuine affection between father and son.

Although Jerry's answer was not what the Four Evil Gods wanted.

But as long as there is something you desire in your heart.

Then it can be utilized.

Tzeentch bewitched him with its shrill, piercing voice, "I have a magic book here with endless knowledge. You can learn anything you want, including how to be a good father with a good son!"

Jerry glanced timidly at the person in front of him...

It is a humanoid monster with no face or skin, two mouths of different sizes combed on its head, one mouth on its abdomen, and hair that looks like sections of large intestine cut open at the bottom. It has two eyeless snakes growing on its back.

terrible!

Even the giant toad that just appeared looked incredibly handsome in his presence!

Giant Toad: "Thank you so much for calling me handsome!"

Jerry's trembling and speechless appearance did not make Tzeentch lose patience, since he was a product of Morty's subconscious.

Naturally, he possesses far greater abilities and patience than the original Tzeentch.

However, he was more patient, so Khorne was naturally less patient.

As the most restless and hyperactive of the four evil gods in Warhammer 40, he becomes agitated by any stillness in the scene.

"What the hell! Why waste words on this weakling! Just choose him! Infuse him with the power! I refuse to believe that an ordinary loser will uphold his moral principles after gaining power!!!"

Khorne, whose entire body was protected by black heavy armor, stepped forward, shoved Tzeentch aside in a fit of rage, and grabbed forward with his right hand.

Like picking up a chick, grabbing a timid person in one's hand.

Then, Khorne reached out his other hand and pressed it onto his head.

"From this day forward, you are my chosen one!"

With Khorne setting the precedent, the other three evil gods exchanged glances, too lazy to say anything more, and each of them gave Jerry a selection of gods.

When the power of the four Chaos Gods entered Jerry's body.

Violence, lust, life and death, treachery.

It begins to erode Jerry's brain.

It successfully returned to the first layer of the dream and began its journey into the real world.

At the same time, Jerry also felt a powerful energy surging in his body, making him, who was usually weak and frail, feel an unprecedented strength!

That is power!

That's a power that can destroy everything!