Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Without the nervous system's nutritional supply, it will die quickly...

Looking at the ground that had been restored to its original state, Dream Rick sneered. In Morty's mind, he had been preparing for a whole day to deal with Grandpa quickly and ruthlessly.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

Use the nervous system, its hardware, to deal with him!

If, before Grandpa can retaliate, Morty's brain can automatically 'discard' a certain nerve cell, then Grandpa's consciousness will be trapped within that cell...

Until he finds a way to escape from the nerve cells.

I had already escaped from here!

After sending Morty to the second layer of the dream and temporarily dealing with Grandpa, Rick, who was incredibly skilled at manipulating the dream world with lightning speed and precision, hummed a lighthearted tune as he walked into the garage.

There, he had already prepared a machine to help him enter his grandfather's body.

"Sigh, even a dignified P850 could be outmaneuvered by me, truly... a disgrace in its later years!"

"But this is the reality of the game."

"I predicted your prediction?"

"I'll crush your prediction and make sure you die a horrible death!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

With a loud laugh, Dream Rick opened the car door and forcefully pulled out a rectangular, silver machine, about the height of a person.

Entering Grandpa's body from a dream is definitely not a simple matter.

Even the Flymen of the Galactic Empire would need an entire room full of machines and a team of at least twelve scientists to accomplish this.

But for Rick, it's different.

If one person can't solve this, then change your name to Rick Smith! Take the same last name as Jerry!

In the dream, Rick fiddled with the machines, preparing to begin the initial setup.

Immersed in the joy of his impending journey into the real world, he was completely unaware that Jerry, who had remained silent, was looking at Morty with a conflicted expression.

As a subconscious mind that has developed self-awareness within Morty's brain, Dream Jerry is a combination that Morty both desires and loathes.

He possesses Jerry's most typical cowardly side.

It also reflects a certain expectation that Morty has always held for him.

So he's really conflicted right now.

This dilemma stems from the sentence that Grandpa uttered before his nerve cell was deemed a 'discarded' cell by the brain.

"Motty...my child..."

Just as no real father would want to see his child suffer.

Morty's long-held expectations gave him a sliver of courage to rebel, but that courage wasn't strong enough to allow him to confront the dream Rick.

So he looked at the dream Rick, who had his back to him.

"Rick, you...you've trapped another Rick now, so how do you plan to deal with Morty?"

While fiddling with the machine, Dream Rick casually replied, "Of course I'd kill him as soon as I get out, otherwise... um! Wait! Why would you ask such a question! Are you...?"

Rick, a man of meticulous thoughts, suddenly became alert.

How could someone who is so timid and submissive suddenly have the audacity to ask me what my next step is?

This is outrageous!

You dare ask me questions?

Be my loyal lackey!

As Rick turned around abruptly in his dream, he immediately saw a steel pipe swinging towards his head.

The steel pipe was gripped tightly by a pair of hands with bulging veins. Behind the hands was a face flushed with anger, accompanied by a furious voice.

"Go to hell, Rick Sanchez! I've had enough of you!!!"

Upon hearing that the only remaining heir in the old Smith family would perish completely in a few minutes, he realized that the family's only hope was to die.

Jerry in his dream world, who had long harbored hatred and anger towards all Ricks, chose to protect Morty's life at this moment.

For no other reason than!

This is my child!

My bloodline!

Even though I'm just a part of Morty's subconscious, I still have to protect his life!

He's just not strong enough yet.

In the dream, Rick grabbed the steel pipe with one hand, then kicked it forward with his left foot, causing a man who had just been erect for a second to lie on the ground like a shrimp, screaming in pain.

"Tch, do you really think this world is governed by willpower?"

He casually tossed the steel pipe aside, and Dream Rick didn't bother with Dream Jerry anymore, because they were both subconscious, and if the latter were to be separated...

Not only would it waste time, it would also weaken one's own strength.

So you should just lie there quietly!

But will the dream Jerry do as he wishes?

Even the smallest paramecium can bite its enemy, let alone Jerry in the Dream World, who is many times larger than a paramecium but has less courage and bravery than a paramecium.

After lying on the ground in pain for a long time, he finally recovered from the pain.

Like a cockroach, he used both hands and feet to silently crawl toward the machine, which he had witnessed being manufactured.

So he knew how to sabotage the machine.

All you need is yourself...

boom! ! !

A size 43 foot stepped on Dream Jerry's face, breaking his nose on the spot, and he rolled on the ground in pain once again.

Rick, who had just pulled his foot back, shook his head disdainfully and said, "You think you can trick me? You're a grown man crawling on the ground, do you think I can't see you?"

"Get out of my way and cool off!"

After saying this, Dream Rick, who had already debugged the machine, pressed a button on it, and a pale blue halo rose from the ground beside him.

Having already locked himself and his grandfather's brains together, he only needed to take one more step forward to enter his grandfather's head.

And by then...

hum!

In my dream, Rick will be reborn!

And that grandfather, along with that tiny cell, will die completely.

Goodbye, loser!

Rick watched as his dream gradually disappeared before his eyes.

Jerry in his dream, covering his nose, roared, "No!!!"

Chapter 138 Golden Dragon Statue

"I'm such a useless loser..."

"Can't even get the smallest thing done..."

"How could such trash as me exist in this world..."

Sitting next to Morty, Dream Jerry's face was filled with disgust. He hated his original self for being such a person.

In critical moments, they can't even protect their own children.

What's the point of living like this?

Jerry, who has attempted suicide countless times but failed due to subconscious reasons, feels like the worst of the worst in his dreams.

Something that can't even commit suicide can't even die.

This is really...

Sadness filled Jerry's mind in the dream, making him feel extremely frustrated, when the figure of Rick slowly appeared in front of him.

"Huh? Rick? Or Rick?"

In his dream, Rick rolled his eyes. Extremely unhappy, he walked up to a loser, kicked him over, and then grumbled as he walked toward the garage.

"Fuck! This bastard's body, whoever wants it can have it!"

"I'm not going to take the blame for him!"

"Not only did he have a secret agreement with C137, but he also killed C167! And now he's investigating the Shadow Group! This Morty has the potential to ignite a divine flame within him at any moment!"

"Screw it! I want a fresh start in life, not to take the blame for him!"

I just took a quick look into Grandpa's mind. Out of caution, I briefly checked out his memories of Rick's dreams beforehand.

After seeing a few fragments of memories, I was immediately scared away.

They're constantly carrying out massive, intercosmic-scale manhunts!

She went to great lengths to acquire her grandfather's body just to take the blame for him?

no way!

Instead of taking the blame for him, I'd rather find another way to get into the real world!

Rick, who had spent the entire night meticulously planning his scheme, was jolted back to reality at the last minute by a childish fright.

In his dream, Jerry suddenly felt like he was watching a magical realism blockbuster.

After all that trouble, you're back again.

Are you kidding me?

Seeing the other person enter the garage and about to close the door, Dream Jerry quickly shouted, "Hey! How do we get rid of this thing on Morty's head?!"