Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Ultimately, all those words boil down to one sentence.

"Xiao Qi! I really admire you! How about you follow me from now on?"

Tzeentch: "Your boss is too weak. I want to team up with Rick..."

Morty: "So your short life ends today. Congratulations on living less than forty-eight hours in this world."

Tzeentch: "Big brother! Big brother! My Ghost Lamp! My Chopstick! My Shadow Walker! I'm willing to follow you!"

Seeing Tzeentch become so submissive after his threats, Morty felt something was off about what the brat had said earlier, and he wanted to ask him something else.

Grandpa has already returned.

"how is the situation?"

Upon hearing this, Tzeentch, like a tattletale, immediately told his grandfather about Morty's desire to take him on as a subordinate.

"That's right! It's him! He actually dared to secretly build his own power behind the back of the great Rick!"

"His heart is despicable! He harbors wolfish ambitions! He's the number one bastard! The vanguard of the anti-Rick movement! The Morty organization, a conspiracy hidden beside Rick! Intending to overthrow Rick... ugh... Holy crap! What are you doing?!"

Tzeentch, a sycophant who wanted to smear Morty and become his grandfather's henchman, never expected that he would start using platitudes to attack Morty.

Grandpa actually! Actually! Actually self-destructed on the spot!!!

Not only was Tzeentch stunned on the spot.

Even Morty was stunned by what he saw.

How could it self-destruct?!

Why did Grandpa self-destruct?!

Can anyone tell me what happened?!

It wasn't a real self-destruction, but rather that Grandpa, in a moment of emotional outburst, regained consciousness in his body and stood up from the ground.

He slammed the helmet hard onto the ground.

He looked up at the sky and let out a shout that almost tore his vocal cords apart.

The sense of liberation and exhilaration in that shout.

This gave Stein, who was contemplating the rise and fall of all things, a great shock.

This is ridiculous, jumping around like that...

What do you want to do?

But Grandpa, who was gesticulating wildly like a madman, had no interest in paying attention to Stein, because he realized he was completely blind to what was happening right under his nose!

I can't believe I've never even glanced suspiciously at any of the Mortys!

If there's anyone in this world who can keep deceiving Rick and secretly do a bunch of things behind his back, it's Morty!!!

Only Morty!!!

If it weren't for Tzeentch smearing Morty's name today...

Say the words, "The Morty organization is a conspiracy hidden around Rick!"

Grandpa felt that even if he died, he might never find out the truth!

If there is a stronger Rick, then there must be a weaker Rick!

But more often than not, Rick falls somewhere in between!

If we replace Morty with Morty, there will naturally be stronger Mortys, weaker Mortys, and a lot of Mortys in between!

Moty, who is quite capable in many aspects, has formed an organization.

To secretly eliminate those inconspicuous Ricks?

It's like cutting down a tree, openly attacking its branches and leaves, while secretly tampering with the trunk.

Absolutely possible!

Over the years, the discovery that members of the Shadow Group might be hiding among every Rick has made Grandpa feel a sense of dread.

He exploited Rick's common arrogance.

They secretly and continuously strengthened their own power.

Until the day we can turn things around!

very good!

Now that I've caught you red-handed, do you still want to live?

[If necessary... I can kill all the Mortys!]

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in Grandpa's eyes, and the murderous intent in that glint sent a chill down Stein's spine.

Knowing his grandfather well, he knew that this was a sign that his grandfather was about to commit a massacre!

Chapter 144 Dream Overlap

"Xiao Qi! Great job! You've really done me a huge favor without me even realizing it! I have to thank you properly!"

"Alright then! I won't kill you! From now on, you can work as Morty's henchman without any worries!"

When Morty returned to his grandfather in the dream, two sentences from him caused his expression to change from joy to sorrow, and his face to turn from red to white. Morty no longer cared about the matter for the time being.

He just wanted to know what had happened when his grandfather suddenly exploded!

Who the hell would self-destruct on the spot?

You must tell me!

"If you already have health problems, then all your plans must be put on hold!"

"It won't happen until you've fully recovered!"

My genuine concern for my grandfather did not elicit the gratified expression he usually showed; instead, it was met with scrutiny and suspicion.

This left Morty not only with a head full of questions, but also quite unhappy.

Damn it, I'm just trying to show you some concern, and this is the look you give me?

What's going on?!

"Are you crazy? What kind of drugs did you take that damaged your brain?"

"Suddenly so gentlemanly... cough cough! Why are you scrutinizing me like that!"

Morty scolded his grandfather a couple of times, and only then did the grandfather look away with relief, because judging from Morty's current state...

He's far from being the kind of cunning person who lurks around you, plotting to stab you in the back at a crucial moment...

After a strange little incident...

Grandpa didn't seem to intend to explain why he had just self-destructed.

Morty then set about having a certain dejected laborer begin his mud-playing project, or rather, using this "brainstorming" idea to patch up the hole in the cement.

Looking at Little Qi, who was standing in front of the 'brain hole' with his head down and back hunched over, looking like a wilted eggplant, Morty showed no mercy whatsoever.

Based on the short time I've had with this guy...

This creature with limitless potential has absolutely no bottom line; it's willing to give up everything just to survive.

But if given the chance to kill his enemy, he would certainly risk his life.

To put it simply...

If I can beat you, then I'm your father.

I can't beat you, so you are my...

So don't be fooled by Jianqi's current submissive and aggrieved appearance. Once he gets the chance, like just now, he dares to directly smear himself in front of his grandfather.

If it weren't for the unbreakable bond between myself and my grandfather!

Replace them with Ricks who treat Morty like a expendable commodity.

No matter how much he tried to prove his innocence, Rick would become suspicious, which would inevitably lead to his immediate death.

[As expected, another heartless person...]

The methods were despicable and dirty...

After mentally labeling Tzeentch as dangerous, Morty began to ponder how to lure Tzeentch into his golden, crispy noodles...fuck! Why did I give this cult such a long name!

Upon closer examination, it seems that most sects prefer a two-word plus sect or a three-word plus sect approach.

Morty immediately understood.

Personal prefixes, such as the Guardian of XXXX, the Terminator of XXXX, or the Son of XXXXX, are used to build up psychological pressure and increase one's prestige.

But as for religious sects, let alone doing that, their names are so long that they'd make you cringe so much you'd want to carve out a villa with ten rooms, nine bathrooms, eight kitchens, and seven living rooms.

For example, people from two different religious sects meeting.

One of them took a deep breath and shouted with unparalleled pride, "I am Shuanghua, a Red Stick of the XX Sect!!!"

Upon hearing this, the other side felt they couldn't afford to lose face over such a trivial matter as registration numbers, so they shouted, "I am Golden Crispy Skin...fuck! That's five words already! And I still haven't said it! Damn! The other side is laughing so hard they're rolling on the ground!!!"

"No, I want to quit the church!"

"Hey bro! Where's your initiation application office? How many business days does it take to pass the initial qualification review? Are there any incentive policies for people with special skills? What kind of medical benefits are there?"

Well, then, the two groups of working-class people, sitting in the sunset, one smoking and the other drinking, started talking about life...

"Morty! Morty! Wake up, you bastard!"

"Something's happened!!!"

Just as Morty was thinking about two groups of middle-aged workers chatting about life under the banners of two ancient sects, his grandfather shook him with all his might, and the roar in his ears finally brought him back to his senses.

This time, I was stunned...

As the sun sets over the mountains, two groups of middle-aged swordsmen, each dressed in the uniform of their respective sects, watch Morty, Grandpa, and Tzeentch with wary expressions...

"How is this going?"

"What's going on? You don't know what's going on? We're both in your dream, but you've entered someone else's dream! Now this is someone else's territory!"