Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Screw you! You're just taking revenge!" Morty, who couldn't let the slap go unpunished, chased after Tzeentch, cursing and hitting him all the while.

While dodging, Tzeentch gave his grandfather an OK sign.

Seeing Morty's brain functions declining rapidly and him soon falling into a state of mental dementia, Grandpa rubbed his temples in distress.

It was just a minor matter of patching a hole.

But at least try to concentrate for a second!

This hole is in your head!

Do you really think that nothing will go wrong when you fix it?

Chapter 146 A Bizarre Battle

Space Marines, EVE Online Eggmen, the Four Emperors of One Piece, the characters from Naruto...

Despite Tzeentch's relentless interference, Morty, whose self-control and other aspects were already declining sharply, still occasionally contributed more 'material' to this dream world.

Because he simply cannot control his own brain!

This also forced Grandpa, who needed to concentrate on his work, to be distracted by other people, lest some guy have a moment of madness and stab him in the back.

After all, if someone stabs you in the back, P850's formidable reputation in the finite multiverse won't be so resounding anymore.

As for Li Daye, the master of this dream, he gradually sensed that something was wrong.

I had a dream where a few wild men from the Western Regions appeared, which is understandable. But those guys wearing iron armor, or even just red vests, and howling like ghosts...

Was this dream...serious?

Was I ambushed by someone?

Wait! Am I dreaming??

What kind of sorcery is this?!

Sensing that something was amiss, Li Daye slowly threw a punch forward, his third-rate internal energy technique creating a surge of energy.

The next second, a rubber man who was running around like a husky was hit by this wave.

His forehead turned red, and his neck was bent backwards. After straightening his neck, there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

Who the hell can laugh when someone beats you up for no reason?

Looking at Li Daye, he took a deep breath, swung his arm, and shouted, "Let's get him!"

At his command, two groups of people from different times and spaces, who met across time and space because of Morty's "brainstorming", started fighting together.

Like a spark igniting a 0.01 cm fuse.

The entire scene immediately descended into chaos.

The attackers were already frustrated at why they were there, and the people around them all seemed quite intimidating.

Now that someone has made a move, driven by the idea that the first strike is the best defense, they immediately unleash a barrage of firepower in all directions, disregarding all consequences and only wanting to wipe out this bizarre world!

Grandpa activated the energy shield to block all attacks, then connected the last wire to the circuit board and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I pressed the second button from the left in the second row on this handheld device.

Having been brought into the energy shield by Tzeentch, Morty, who still retained a sliver of his intelligence, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise upon seeing the object, "Isn't this the remote control from home?!"

"You already knew that... Oh right! I almost forgot you're in a state of mental decline right now," Grandpa complained, then waited for the remote control to work.

About three or four seconds later...

At first, it was just that someone's shotgun shells were firing at a slower speed, or that a sharp blade was starting to slow down.

Every single person's physical movement begins to enter bullet time.

As the pace slowed, the first person, accompanied by a beam of white light, began to leave, and the others disappeared in sequence.

They only stopped when Li Daye was left.

"Huh? What... what's going on?"

"What about people?"

"My dream was so bizarre..."

Li Daye, who hadn't been hurt at all in the previous melee, looked around at the mess in confusion.

Trees were dismembered in various ways, and the shockwave from the explosion stirred up mud. The air was filled with the smell of mud and various unpleasant odors.

A bizarre conflict thus came to an abrupt end.

But soon, he saw Morty and his two companions who hadn't left yet.

"What's going on with you three...?"

Grandpa, who was being targeted by Li Daye, was startled. The dream rewind technology that supposedly allowed him to "go back to where he came from" was actually ineffective against this guy?

and many more...

The fire of the divine kingdom seems to have been ignited...

This means!

The thought that Morty might have unknowingly altered the physical properties of an element on the periodic table filled Grandpa with dread.

They also accelerated the modification of the handheld device in their hands.

Because the merging of 'characters' in one's mind is completely different from dream invasion.

The latter is just like Inception; once the person who was invaded wakes up, everything can be over.

As for how to wake that person up?

Is some kind of special tool required?

Or perhaps it's some kind of mysterious black technology?

fart!

He's sleeping!

You can dance around him, play DJ music, scream like a banshee, or slap him across the face—anything goes!

Because he was sleeping!

However, the former has nothing to do with dreams, but only with a more secretive, unknown to outsiders, and equally difficult problem to solve.

Yes, the two 'characters' in my mind are merging together...

This is tricky!

As most people were cleared out, Morty's intelligence returned somewhat, and he gradually came to his senses, only to find his grandfather busy working up a sweat.

His serious expression made Morty realize that the matter might have become so complicated that even Grandpa wouldn't be able to solve it so easily.

I vaguely remember that there were many people here at that time.

Now only Li Daye is left.

How to do?

Let's just make it cold!

Morty decided to try using the Great Old Ones and the Flame of the Gods to see if he could control the opponent, or simply kill him.

Although there was no grudge between them, they just happened to meet by chance.

He may have parents, a wife, or a wife, or he may have some lofty ideals, or he may be shouldering some mission involving countless lives.

But if you might accidentally kill me or cripple me, then we'll be 100% enemies.

Morty decisively activated Line World, then reached out and grabbed at Li Daye before the other party could react at all.

First, he tried to strangle the other person in an attempt to kill them, but when he found that he couldn't kill them, he...

Then they turned to controlling and absorbing the other person's memories.

After going back and forth like this a few times, Morty suddenly understood why Old K and the others disliked fighting so much. Was it because they didn't like physically destroying their enemies?

Do not!

They are clearly a group of soul beings, so they have very few means of fighting!

In particular, if someone can sleep for millions of years, who would spend time focusing on how to cultivate or improve their combat power?

fuck~

Morty felt like he'd fallen into a deep pit, and thinking that he could only play the Cult from now on, he just wanted to hug his own body, which weighed less than 100 pounds.

"You! Die!"

While Morty was in a daze, Li Daye seemed to break free from the influence of the world of lines. He turned his palm into a fist and punched Morty in the face.

But something strange happened.

When the fist touches the cheek, it's like an object sinking into quicksand; once it's in, it can't get out.

"This is...no! You're absorbing me!!!"

"Spare me! My lord, spare me!!!"

Chapter 147 Treachery

Three minutes later.

With his face swollen and looking miserable, Tzeentch began filling in Morty's blanks as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Morty stood with his grandfather, who used various instruments to check Morty's consciousness. After discovering that Li Daye's consciousness had been completely devoured by Morty, the grandfather...

Grandpa, looking constipated, slowly shook his head, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say in this situation.

This made Morty a little uneasy.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? Why am I devouring someone's soul?"

"It's not really a case of devouring..."

"Ok?"