Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

A phrase uttered by Tzeentch, spoken in an exceptionally pleasant voice, was repeatedly 'chewed' in the Yellow King's mind several times.

Then he sneered inwardly.

This person, whom I consider very dangerous, is only this much capable!

Dark matter network?

He was able to enter Morty's dream by projecting his thoughts into Morty's universe through the dark matter network and by "smelling" the scent of Kryptonian energy.

Otherwise, without the teleportation gun, how could I have found Morty so quickly?

This thing...

Looking at the noisy group of guys, the King in Yellow suddenly realized that these people had no idea about the existence of the Dark Matter Network.

It was my own keen sense of smell that allowed me to detect the existence of a dark matter network in the spatial vibrations when I was teleported from the Fly Man fleet.

So... let's find someone willing to take the plunge and try out how to completely bypass the dark matter network...

"Better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than myself..."

Who can I ask to do this for me?

There's a small problem in Chapter 131.

The car arrived at the door, I kicked it down, and it drove away at lightning speed.

The process of placing Jerry in the Jerry Daycare Center was so quick and ruthless, it was like throwing away a bag of stinking garbage.

Morty sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look at him as he got further and further away.

I felt like a jerk who abandoned a pitiful little dog on the roadside on a snowy night when the temperature was minus twenty degrees Celsius.

But considering the two things that certain scoundrel did.

Hmm, this is hardly throwing a puppy!

This is clearly just getting rid of a troublemaker!

"How are you feeling? Any better?" Grandpa asked with a smile.

Morty's expression was somewhat complicated. He didn't respond to that question, but instead urged his grandfather to drive back quickly, because he felt that the matter of the dream was far from over.

When it comes to dreams...

Grandpa's hands, which were on the steering wheel, tightened slightly before relaxing.

Morty, who had noticed this detail, said nothing more.

All he wanted to do now was go back quickly, investigate the dream from beginning to end, and analyze it carefully to ensure that nothing was overlooked.

Back home.

As soon as Morty got out of the car, he saw that the door leading to the basement was open, judging from the electric flashes and noises coming from below.

There are at least two people below.

And they are definitely not some stupid thieves who ransack the place!

Who has ever seen a thief communicate using terms like polymer mechanics, Schrödinger's cat, or Murphy's Law?

"Damn it! Rick! Give me a weapon!"

As soon as Morty finished speaking, he saw Grandpa rush forward, his shoulder-mounted antimatter annihilation cannon, whose location was completely unknown, already charging.

As the basketball-sized cannon was pointed down, Grandpa yelled, "Listen up, you guys down there! My underground base can withstand several antimatter shots! But I guarantee your bodies definitely won't be able to!!!"

"Get out here now! Otherwise, once I take action, any attempts to beg for mercy will be wishful thinking!"

"Grandpa!" Sangmei exclaimed, "It's me! Don't do anything! Something's happened! Listen to Rick's explanation of this dream first!"

"Dream Rick?"

Grandpa's expression changed for a moment, then returned to normal. He put away the firecracker he was carrying, put on a kind face, and called down, "Alright, I can refrain from doing anything, but you two have to come up here first."

As he shouted, Grandpa's right hand was constantly giving Morty secret signals.

The secret code, known only to the grandfather and grandson, is telling Morty to hurry to the second floor and bring out his Silent Sword (the God of Slaughter Sword).

We're going to give this dream Rick a good beating in a bit!

Morty, wary of Rick in the dream world, ran straight to his bedroom without a word.

Morty took out the SSS-grade divine weapon from under the bed, blew the dust off the sword, and then, carrying this weapon that could kill an Old God with a single strike, went out the back door of his house, circled around, and came to the right side of the garage, looking inside.

Upon closer inspection...

Good guy!

The two Ricks have actually started fighting!

Yeah, the kind where you slap someone hard across the face and choke them by the neck.

Morty gripped the Silent Sword, ready to rush up and help, but unable to distinguish which of the two Ricks was which, he was forced to stop after only a few steps.

Because they look so alike!

Moreover, the similarity wasn't the physical resemblance between C137 and his grandfather.

Instead, their body language is almost identical!

Considering that the other person is Rick from my own dream, it seems to make sense!

To figure out who the grandfather was, Morty could only provoke him with, "You two... how about whoever wins the fight becomes the grandfather?"

Upon hearing this, the real grandfather immediately became enraged. He glared at Morty and kicked Dream Rick in the stomach, but the latter successfully predicted his move.

After his kick was blocked, Grandpa felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. He pulled over a chair and sat down with a disgruntled expression.

"Sangmei, look what you've done!"

"He was just a subconscious mind before, but now that you've given him a body, he's the real Rick!"

Sangmei, who was hiding to the side as a background character, felt a little embarrassed.

After giving Rick a body in the dream world, Sangmei realized that her actions were too impulsive, but what could she do when the guy made it sound so convincing?

Who wouldn't panic if they heard things like "major disaster"?

While Grandpa was criticizing Sammy, Morty had already circled around to the underground base. He stood at the edge of the entrance and looked down because he felt something was strange.

Logically speaking, the last time Grandpa reconstructed his physical body, it took at least N times longer than it does now.

Why is it that this time, he and his grandfather only went to Jerry's daycare center once?

In this dream, Rick suddenly got a new body?

In the newly renovated underground base, there were many newly filled glass jars and other objects. In the grayish liquid, there were several bodies of Rick, including young Rick, young Rick, middle-aged Rick, and old Rick.

A question popped into Morty's mind.

When did my maternal grandfather begin his foray into biological sciences?

And your learning speed is just too fast!

Although cloning is not a particularly difficult thing to do given the current level of technology on our planet.

This could involve consciousness transfer...

That means you have to be proficient in two or even more technologies!

Morty immediately realized that the technology of this incubation tank and clone could not have come from his grandfather; it probably came from somewhere else!

But with the matter of Rick in the dream still unresolved, Morty is hesitant to speak out.

After walking between the two Ricks, pulling up a chair and sitting down, Morty interrupted their argument and went straight to asking the most important question.

What are your plans next?

Upon hearing this, Dream Rick smacked his lips, reached into his pocket with his right hand, and realizing he had no alcohol on him, waved to his grandfather.

"Drink! Drink more! I've already poisoned this wine!"

After catching the bottle, Rick pondered for a few seconds, twisted off the cap, and poured the liquor onto the ground.

The floor, which looked like cement but was actually made of composite metal, immediately reacted strongly with the liquor, causing greenish bubbles to continuously rise and burst from the liquid.

The floor was corroded by the liquid for at least one centimeter before it was completely consumed.

"Jesus! Rick, shut up!"

After witnessing this little exchange of 'I anticipated your psychological tactics,' Morty quickly told his grandfather to calm down.

After all, you two are practically cut from the same cloth.

Assuming there is no life-or-death feud.

Can we be friends?

Stop making it sound like the universe can't hold two Ricks.

"Alright, if there's no alcohol, then I'll keep it brief!"

"Before the person entering the dream left, Sangmei removed the special prop that mimicked the Inception device, which was inserted into the ear of the main consciousness..."

This involves a special world within the non-material realm.

"I call it the mind!"

Chapter 132 Mind

"Morty, do you remember that universal escape technique from the cosmic escape rules, the one about encountering a situation where you can't fight back or escape, but you can still say a few words...?"

“I know! When encountering a powerful enemy, tell them there is a great crisis, but I know how to deal with it, thus buying time and finding an opportunity!”

Morty and Grandpa were singing in unison.

In reality, he did not anger Rick in the dream.

On the contrary, he maintained a genuine smile, upright posture, and impeccable personal manners.

Because Dream Rick is essentially a modified version of Grandpa in certain aspects.

Through Morty's memories, he knew how to deal with this stinky old man in front of him.