Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Why are you getting involved in this mess?

But soon, Morty realized why Cthulhu had followed them after accidentally 'eavesdropping' on their conversation.

"This wooden house!!!"

"Rick Sanchez!!!"

"It's him! It's definitely him!"

Seeing that Cthulhu was clearly in a bad mood, Morty asked his grandfather in a low voice what the two of them had talked about while he was away.

"What are we talking about? Alibis, of course!"

"I've been with countless women, never using condoms, and yet I only have one daughter. If you, my grandson, were to use your toes to think about this, you would know that it's very difficult for me to have any more offspring!"

"So, after talking just now, I realized that 'myself' actually went to see Kshira twice on that day."

Chapter 012 Hatching the Cocoon

Okay...

Grandpa and Cthulhu continued chatting about the details, while Morty, squatting by the wooden house, looked up at the gray sky in silence, like a disheveled man standing in the wind.

It's now confirmed that Grandpa contacted Kishira.

The fact that Grandpa Cthulhu sought out Xerath is now definitively confirmed.

Therefore, the cause and effect of the whole matter seem to become very clear.

Last time, when I went to the Cthulhu world with my grandpa and we were eating grilled Cthulhu squid strips, my grandpa left for a while.

He actually targeted Kshira.

After he left, the Cthulhu of this world, in his normal form, found Kishira and had a second chance at love.

And successfully made Kishira lower the overall sophistication of the Cthulhu universe from something indescribable to a story of an angry old father chasing a scumbag across the universe.

So now the situation has become, how can Grandpa stand this?

Using the name of Rick the Most Rick to do such petty theft?

I, Rick, have roamed countless universes, and I've always openly and honestly admitted to everything I've done.

This matter... must be addressed!

Even if Azathoth awakens, I, old Rick, will still blow that bastard up and then take the title of number one on the Cthulhu power ranking for my brother!

Cthulhu: "I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! I am utterly loyal to Azathoth, the Supreme God!!! Heaven and earth bear witness!!!"

Morty: "..."

Seeing that their conversation had shifted from how to find Cthulhu, it turned into helping their newly acquainted buddy take down his boss and help him become the top dog in the universe.

Morty couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt that every second we stayed in this Cthulhu universe, the danger was constantly increasing.

We can't just find Cthulhu at the speed of light and figure out what exactly happened here.

The next decision is whether to kill him or spare his life.

They just had to bring up Cthulhu.

Look at what you're saying. He says no, but those big wings on his back are waving around like crazy.

Who knows, the ever-loyal Cthulhu might just take you to Azathoth in the next second.

But Grandpa seems to be having a great time chatting.

Morty decided to go back into the cabin for another look.

If he remembered correctly, grandfathers in almost every world liked to build a secret base under their garages.

I was worried that Cthulhu might suddenly appear out of nowhere, so I didn't look at that place carefully.

Now that Grandpa is right next to the house, I should be able to go down and take a look.

Back inside the cabin, Morty walked toward the garage, took a small metal cylinder from his pocket, pressed a button, and a red laser beam appeared from the cylinder's head.

This old man, out of boredom, made a 'toy' based on Star Wars, which mysteriously disappeared two months ago. In reality, it was Morty who secretly took it.

Under his bed and in the soil of his own yard, there were many of his grandfather's little inventions.

After poking the fleshy cocoon with his lightsaber and discovering that the inactive object had little defensive capability left, he realized that it was no longer capable of defending itself.

Following his memory, Morty cleared a path at the entrance to the underground base.

No further action was taken.

Upon seeing the wooden floor, Morty stabbed it with his sword.

The next second, a cloud of black mist surged out!

With the defense system personally made by his grandfather, Morty did not panic; he simply calmly took a step back.

After the black mist surged out, it slowly took shape before Morty's eyes.

Until a Cthulhu appeared before Morty.

The only two differences between the Cthulhu version of Rick and the normal version are the octopus tentacles on his face and the pair of hairless wings on his back.

This is clearly a magical version of AI Grandpa, and when he appears, he sees Morty without octopus tentacles on his face.

He was clearly stunned for a few seconds.

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Motty from another world, did you come here because you crave power?"

Morty, feeling this reference was somewhat familiar, replied without hesitation, "So what's the price, Gul... cough cough! Grandpa?"

In this world without World of Warcraft, the AI ​​Cthulhu naturally doesn't understand the Gul'dan reference, so he just speaks frankly and directly.

"If you crave power, I will give you power."

"But you must release me and give me a physical form!"

Upon hearing what AI Grandpa Cthulhu said, Morty paused for a second before indicating that there was no problem!

If I were lying to people!

Then let Morty die!

"In that case, I will show you the power that Rick of this world has sealed underground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden board in front of Morty moved silently.

A wooden staircase leading underground appeared before Morty's eyes.

It's so dark down there, if you fall in, there's absolutely no chance of climbing back up...

Fearing something was amiss, Morty asked, "Hey, could you light a lamp for me?"

AI Cthulhu Grandpa: "Don't you have night vision...?"

Morty: "If I had one, why would I need you to light the lamp?"

"Fine!"

AI Cthulhu Grandpa, somehow produced an oil lamp and lit it.

A song lyric suddenly flashed through Morty's mind.

'The gorilla lights the lamp... to illuminate my home...'

By the light of the oil lamp, Morty stood at the entrance to the underground base and glimpsed the captivating yet terrifying treasures of Grandpa Cthulhu.

Feeling there shouldn't be any danger down there, Morty went down the stairs.

Weapons and props, as well as various potions and specimens, appeared before Morty in a fantasy Cthulhu-themed style.

Then he became dissatisfied!

"Don't you have anything here that's not creepy?"

"Tell me about that sword. If I were to try to be a hero, and I pulled that out, even a dying victim might grab the killer's gun and shoot me!"

"And then there's the fact that you don't have guns? Bows and crossbows—not to mention the string of fleshy tissue on them that triggers trypophobia—what use are they to me if I can't use magic arrows with them?"

After being repeatedly criticized by Morty, the AI ​​Cthulhu, he immediately got angry.

You P4 shit!

I haven't even introduced these things yet, and you're already nitpicking, acting like some wealthy family has come to our poor, remote place.

Ok!

You look down on these things, don't you?

Then I'll get you some hearty dishes!

AI Cthulhuric simply waved his right hand, and the rock wall to his right changed under the control of some kind of energy.

The walls, which were originally covered with all sorts of disgusting weapons, began to rotate.

Until a gleaming golden longsword appeared before Morty.

"The God-Slaying Sword! How about that? Pretty powerful, huh!"

"That giant octopus outside, if stabbed by this sword, will definitely die!"

Chapter 013 The Silent Sword

"The blade of this sword can be lengthened or shortened, and sharpened according to the user's wishes..."

"But even the sharpest blade, in this world, without some special means, can penetrate a 100% defense. But what's the use of penetrating a defense when the monsters in this world are several meters, tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters in size?"

"That's why Cthulhuk forged such a weapon."

"What plays a concrete role is, of course, the effect of silence!"

When AI Cthulhu was speaking eloquently.

Morty stood to the side, his eyes sparkling with admiration, giving the former a sense of praise that only the real Rick could enjoy.

That feeling that can only be obtained from Morty.