Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This led him to gradually reveal some details that he had originally intended to conceal.

As for Morty...

He still wore an expression of adoration, but in his mind he was constantly recording what AI Cthulhu said, while also mentally criticizing the other party.

[As expected, Rick falls for this trick in any world...]

If no one affirms you or makes you feel a sense of purpose, then you either choose suicide or continue down the path of nihilism...

While watching the show was one thing, after spending a full six months in real life, Morty had actually mastered some ways to manipulate Grandpa.

One of them is...

This poor soul, living in a cold world, has no choice but to seek warmth in Ruicheng or rely on his family for comfort.

He needs affirmation from others!

That's right! Grandpa is totally sold on this!

This extremely controlling elderly man suffered immense pain when he lost the love of his life, which made him loathe the things he was doing and lose control of them.

However, if things get out of control, he will inevitably take drastic measures to eliminate the danger before it arrives.

Even if this danger might be his Morty!

This is why Morty spent almost six months essentially acting as a perfect tool.

Trying to escape from Grandpa's control is not that easy!

As the AI ​​Cthulhuk finished its explanation, Morty understood the specific principle behind the golden sword of death before him, which aimed to kill the Old Gods.

simply put.

The Great Old Ones, the Old Gods, and the Outer Gods—the three major power systems in the Cthulhu universe—are virtually invincible.

Because according to the laws of this world, they are extremely difficult to die.

Why is it that most of them don't even have a physical form?

So, in order to deal with the three major forces with a single weapon, Cthulhu in this world created a weapon that addressed the root of the problem.

That is the sword of silence!

This thing harms life forms outside of the Cthulhu universe.

At most, they'll just get some sword wounds.

However, most monsters in the Cthulhu universe are the kind that, even when they're asleep, keep chattering in their heads, affecting the existence of other living beings.

These uncontrollable, mad pronouncements carry a great deal of 'energy'.

If it is sealed, it will accumulate more and more inside their bodies until they explode and die.

"So how long am I supposed to keep sticking this in their bodies?"

After figuring out how to use this thing, and seeing that it hadn't been taken away by Cthulhu, Morty felt that this thing was somewhat of a useless tool.

"One day? A year? Or perhaps..."

"Alright! Your physical form is gone!"

After saying that, Morty turned and left, feeling that he had wasted a lot of the other party's time.

You're telling me your broken sword sounds really cool.

Cthulhu didn't take that thing with him, and you yourself couldn't even estimate the time accurately. Aren't you just trying to scam people?

Seeing that Morty was about to leave, AI Cthulhu was a little embarrassed.

Being looked down upon by others is one thing.

Being looked down upon by that little bastard Morty is a completely different matter!!!

boy!

You dare to look down on your grandpa's magical AI?

Morty had only taken a few steps when he saw the staircase in front of him begin to shrink, and the hole at the entrance to the staircase also began to shrink.

The light disappeared.

Darkness filled the entire space.

After one man's whisper, countless other mouths began to whisper.

The sound that could drive a sane person mad in that short time had no effect on Morty whatsoever.

We've been here before, why would we fall into the same trap a second time?

Besides, you're not Cthulhu, you're just his magical AI, how dare you be so arrogant?

This is more or less a case of letting loose.

Morty, who could no longer see a glimmer of light, slowly pressed his skin a few times on his left arm.

The protective device implanted under the skin began sending signals to Grandpa.

Grandpa, who was chatting idly with Cthulhu outside, sensed something and turned around to look in the direction of the wooden house's warehouse.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he did not act rashly, but instead communicated via a communication signal.

"Morty, you should know how many defense systems I've installed in our house, right?"

"Um..."

Upon hearing this, Morty responded with a somewhat helpless expression.

The next second, Grandpa said, "This is another base of mine. If I act rashly, there will inevitably be even more unpredictable consequences!"

"So you'd better figure out how to get out yourself!"

Morty: "Unpredictable. The way you put it makes me really curious, is that giant octopus outside actually my grandpa's brother...?"

Grandpa, standing outside the wooden house, didn't want to make any rash moves.

If I want to get out of this situation, I can only rely on myself from now on.

Motti is not willing to play against an AI Cthulhuk that has the home advantage.

So he simply admitted defeat.

Anyway, Grandpa always enjoys the pleasure of crushing Morty.

Sure enough, after he apologized, the black mist surrounding him vanished...

"Ha! Morty!"

Seeing the AI ​​Cthulhuk re-formed, Morty, who had just backed down, made a clear statement.

What happened here before that sword?

So he asked his maternal grandfather outside to find a way to give him a physical body.

"Kid, I'm not stupid. The reason that guy outside doesn't want to come in is because he's afraid I'll deal with him, and the reason I don't want to appear in front of him is because I'm afraid he'll kill me!"

"So here's the plan!"

"I'll teach you how to create a hatching cocoon first! Then I'll enter the cocoon, and then we can get down to business!"

After staring intently at the AI ​​Cthulhu for a few seconds, Morty suppressed a laugh and said that there was no problem with it.

But I'm too stupid. You have to tell me every single detail of how the cocoon is made, without missing a single thing!

"Don't worry! I don't want to create problems myself! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

"Ok!"

With a slight smile on his face, Morty began to take out various supplies from the underground base under the guidance of the AI ​​Cthulhuric.

Preparations are underway to manufacture hatching cocoons.

[Rick's version of Cthulhu knowledge, plus a cocoon-making technique—I've really hit the jackpot this time!]

Chapter 014 From Apprentice to Expert (Crash Edition)

"First of all, you know we're in a Cthulhu universe, right?"

"Therefore, the most terrifying thing in this world is getting closer to the truth. The closer you get to the truth, the more you will discover things that you simply cannot understand, ultimately leading to a maddening phenomenon of the collapse of your worldview."

"Hey! I was just explaining some scientific knowledge to you, why did you stop? Hurry up! That medicine needs to be heated to 500 degrees Celsius before it can be injected!"

Beside the brown wooden table, Morty, who is incubating cocoons—from apprentice to master (a one-hour crash course), is holding several potion bottles in his bare hands.

While frantically burning medicinal herbs, he listened to AI Cthulhuric, who then boasted about his knowledge.

Morty doesn't know if Cthulhu is the same personality as this AI.

But at least he knew that his maternal grandfather was not the kind of person who liked to nag and didn't like to explain why he did something.

Just trust me and everything will be fine!

So when Morty first met the talkative AI Rick, he was both happy and tormented.

Why should he have to both incubate the cocoon and memorize all those knowledge points?

After finally getting the first preparation step done—the materials needed for the potion—Grandpa outside started urging Morty to come out.

"Motty, when are you planning to come out?"

"Is that magical AI Rick inside licking grapes? Is that what's keeping you so captivated?"

"Jessica! I'm such a bad grandfather! I completely forgot you're already in puberty. Looks like I'll have to figure out a way to help you win Jessica over!"

"Quick, quick, come out! Don't hang out with that idiot who's trying to betray us!"

Morty: "..."

AI Cthulhuric: "..."

"Is Rick next to you just as annoying as you are?"

"Which Rick doesn't deserve a beating..."

After a brief exchange, Morty yelled at the top of his lungs, "Rick! I'm building him a cocoon! In exchange for some information about what happened during the hatching! Either come help me or shut your mouth out there!"

Grandpa, who was outside, rolled his eyes when he heard this.