Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

If they discover even the slightest problem with someone who comes, they immediately and decisively take drastic measures.

This is a great demon who appears harmless to Morty and the others, but is actually ruthless and vicious, matching his fierce appearance.

He finally revealed his fighting prowess.

Although the energy shield Nomartin was carrying was released immediately.

But with arm strength of almost a hundred tons and fists harder than alloy, he shattered the energy shield carried by Normartin with a single blow.

Just as he was about to grab his neck with his fist, he turned his fist into a palm.

A voice made Stein stop abruptly in 0.0001 seconds; the thick fingers were less than two centimeters from Normartin's neck.

"Wait! He doesn't seem to know anything. Maybe this is a good opportunity to try!"

Grandpa, who had woken up at some unknown time, stopped Stein with a playful look in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected the director of the Divine Department to send such a clueless greenhorn.

Grandpa, who was jolted awake from his dream, thought for a few seconds and then said to Normartin, who was still in shock, "Isn't it strange that the machine suddenly sent a signal and your boss sent you, a newbie who has been with the company for less than a year, over here?"

"You know when I started working here?" Nomartin felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing Rick.

If we were to ask who the most troublesome creature in the countless universes is, it would be...

That must be Rick + Rick + Rick + Rick...

These are the white-haired, smelly old men whose minds are forever caught in a cycle of madness and boredom, constantly tormenting themselves until they finally drive themselves to their deaths.

This is one of the obstacles to the stable rule of the Galactic Empire.

They are at the same danger level as the Divine Fire, which the Divine Bureau is most worried about.

Now, Rick, a great demon, and a mechanical city in a destructive universe—three unsettling elements are stacked together.

If this is a stacked buff, then this buff is already quite powerful.

What frightened him even more was how Rick knew him, and even knew his exact start date.

Could it be that he...

"That's right! Just as you think, it's nothing more than collusion between insiders and outsiders!"

"Although your Galactic Empire is called an empire, it actually operates like the federal system of Earth's America. The presidential election, which takes place every four years, is just around the corner. Imagine if the 'Fire of the Divine Kingdom' incident were to break out at this critical juncture."

"According to the Extended Command Act, as long as the current president performs exceptionally well, he will remain in that position until the Fire of the Kingdom is over."

"Young man, congratulations! You've successfully become embroiled in a conspiracy involving the entire Galactic Empire."

Upon hearing these words, Normartin's first thought was that his grandfather was teasing him!

If this is true, why are you saying it so casually? Is it because every conspirator has the strongest desire to express themselves?

Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't share your grand conspiracy with someone?

But if this is really true...

What's the point of what you're saying?

I'm the only one here investigating. If I die here... do you want me to die knowing why, so you're telling me?

Should I thank you?

Normartin, who was already somewhat bewildered by his grandfather's heartfelt words, soon understood why his grandfather had told him this.

"Don't you think knowing this kind of thing is a great way to get a promotion and a raise in the future?"

Forced to force a smile that looked more like a grimace, Normartin, who dared not curse in person, roared inwardly.

[Do you think I'd dare use the fact that knowing even a little bit of this could get me drowned by having my head held down, or stabbed to death in a dirty, dark alley, to get a promotion and a raise?!]

Do you really think everyone has such big ambitions?!

Wait...it seems like it's not impossible to do it...

Seeing Normartin's expression gradually shift from fear to confusion, Grandpa basically knew that the matter was settled.

Of course, he didn't really expect this guy, who was considered an outstanding talent within the Divine Bureau but was just an ordinary passerby outside, to bring him any great surprises.

But digging pits everywhere and killing without burying is his daily practice.

After discussing a few minor matters, Grandpa waved goodbye to Normartin.

It wasn't until the fly-man piloted his spaceship and left through the cosmic wall that Stein, who was always silent in front of outsiders, finally spoke up and asked, "You've dug so many holes, are you sure you won't one day step into one of your own?"

Grandpa, who was in a fairly good mood, had his good mood ruined by those words.

The hole I dug myself has recently gotten into!

Damn it!

Grandpa glanced at the time on his watch, then quickly returned to his dream; he couldn't keep Morty waiting too long.

Otherwise, that clever little fellow might become suspicious.

As Grandpa pressed the button on his helmet, Stein suddenly asked, "When exactly do you plan to share your plans with him?"

Grandpa, whose arm movements had stopped, glared at Stein and shouted, "Don't you know that it's no fun to just say some things directly?"

Stein: "Huh?"

Grandpa: "Go ask C137! That guy's an Oscar winner!"

Stein: "..."

Looking at his grandfather, who had returned to the dream world, Stein frowned and thought for a few seconds. He decided that this was too complicated and involved C137.

He decided to let go of the petty scheming among ordinary people.

He will continue to dedicate the rest of his life to reflecting on the devastated universe.

Just then, a bright light flashed from the depths of the universe.

In this universe that had been dark for a very long time, a light suddenly appeared, causing Stein to widen his eyes in an instant.

The destruction of all things also signifies the imminent arrival of new life...

Chapter 143 A Conspiracy: A Narcotic Group Lurking Around Rick

"I've never been so speechless in my entire life..."

"Be a cement worker in your own brain!!!"

"Fuck! You're clearly my subconscious, so why are you doing this to me?!"

"Look at me? You dare to look at me? This ridiculous idea, isn't it just something you came up with because you thought you were so capable?"

Morty, holding a pair of scissors, tore open a bag of cement whose color was obviously off, and while doing so, he also kicked Tzeentch, who was mixing mud next to him.

The timid and submissive Jianqi dared not reply. Holding a shovel, he shoveled the excess water from the pipe onto the 'cement' while maintaining a pitiful expression.

Not far from the two of them was that 'out-of-the-box' idea...

Hmm, the ideas that connect to the mind...

Morty, who may never be able to face the word 'brainstorming' in his entire life, opened the last bag of cement and poured it all at Tzeentch's feet.

He then tossed aside what he was holding and searched around for his grandfather.

Ten minutes ago, Grandpa said he needed to pee and needed to go to the toilet, and Morty felt that the waiting time was a little too long.

However, Morty was also helpless against his grandfather.

That old jerk always keeps his thoughts to himself and often pulls some big stunts behind my back.

Previously, Morty had always wanted to get involved, so he had repeatedly hinted to his grandfather, "Can you take me to do something more exciting?"

Now...

nope!

I have a sect now! I can build my own power!

From today onwards, I'm someone who has a bit of face in this universe!

Therefore, Morty set his sights on Tzeentch.

Although the base attribute points given to him by his own main consciousness may be a bit low.

But its final form is just too strong!

Just think about how powerful the Four Evil Gods were at their peak, and you'll know how awesome your future will be with four underlings like that!

So, the reason I was cursing and even kicked that jerk was to put some psychological pressure on him and make sure that he was at least afraid of me now.

Next...

"Little Qi~"

When Tzeentch saw Morty suddenly approach him, he felt a chill run down his spine. He thought Morty was showing signs of a mental breakdown.

Otherwise, you would have acted as if you were about to kill yourself.

Why are you suddenly calling me "Xiao Qi" so affectionately all of a sudden...?

Thankfully, he didn't call me Little Qiqi...

Tzeentch, whose thoughts inexplicably flashed through his mind, nearly burst into tears. He was a product of Morty's subconscious, and this idea could surface at any moment...

Once the other person realizes that you are not responding, they will inevitably use these kinds of words to get you to speak.

He quickly glanced at Morty, who was itching to make a move.

"Xiao Qi..."

"Hey! Brother Mo! Xiao Qi's here! What's up? Just tell me! I'll go through fire and water for you!!!"

Seeing Tzeentch patting his chest in front of him, Morty was not happy at all. Instead, he directly exposed Tzeentch's little scheme.

"You'd be willing to die a thousand deaths? You'd be willing to die a thousand deaths??? Are you trying to fool me with this? You can't even bring yourself to say those four words, I guess you don't want to leave here?"

Once you pinpoint a single point of interest, Morty unleashes a barrage of attacks.

From the grand principles of the universe to the minutiae of personal life.

Then the spray spread from the Hundred Herbs Garden to the Three Flavors Study.

Then there's the question of whether tofu pudding should be savory or sweet.