Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Didn't Old Kelp only make you half an Old One? The other half has always been empty. If you want to walk the path of the Old Ones in the future, then this empty space will be filled slowly. If you want to mix and match..."

"Wait? What are you talking about? Why didn't I know about this before?"

After suddenly interrupting Grandpa, I noticed that he seemed hesitant to speak.

Suddenly realizing something, Morty slapped his forehead. He realized that he might have... he might have lost this memory?

Actually, Old Ke must have told him that?

Jesus!

fuck!

You messed with my brain so much before, and now look what happened!

It was memory extraction again, the King in Yellow again, and a bunch of bastards messing around in my head. After they finally ignited the fire of the divine kingdom, I lost another part of my memories!

A person's eyes cannot hide their true feelings.

The desire to kill someone is extremely easy to detect!

Although Morty still respected his grandfather, he now really wanted to take a knife and make two holes in his grandfather's waist, so that the bastard could watch how he bled to death!

Damn it!

Can you please stop messing with me?!

I only have one life!

Grandpa coughed awkwardly to ease the awkward atmosphere, then reached out and patted Morty on the shoulder.

"Look ahead, look ahead! Don't think so much..."

"Damn it! You're such a piece of dog shit that even I wouldn't want to smell!" Morty cursed angrily, then glanced at Tzeentch and saw that he had already patched up the hole. He promptly woke up from his dream.

When Morty opened his eyes, he first saw the dark starry sky outside the Mirror City, and then kicked his grandfather in the butt as his grandfather got up.

Immediately afterward, under his grandfather's puzzled gaze, Morty slammed the helmet he was holding onto the ground and said in an extremely dissatisfied tone, "Rick, there are some things we really need to talk about. You've been keeping things to yourself, and I'm finding it hard to trust you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Stein, who was focused on gazing at the sky, couldn't help but glance slightly to the side.

Such a serious tone, coupled with extremely explicit language.

It's hard to believe anymore!

This phrase was used.

Does this mean that the relationship between the grandfather and grandson has come to an end once again...?

Hmm, again...

"Okay! We really need to talk. I'm starting to get a little scared myself."

After saying that, Grandpa took out the teleportation gun, opened a portal, and walked in with Morty.

When Tzeentch tried to follow, the portal vanished right in front of him, leaving this once-used and discarded tool standing there in a daze.

Wait... what's going on here... is this something you use and then throw away?

Do you think I'm a disposable rag?

Neither of you, grandfather and grandson, is any good!

No wonder they're family!

The whole family are the kind of rotten people who are oozing pus!

Bang~

Just as Tzeentch was about to utter a few curses, a mechanical cleaner was thrown in front of him, abruptly interrupting his thoughts.

Since Grandpa wasn't in Mirror City, Stein was the only person in charge here, serving as cleaner, security guard, accountant, cook, and porter.

After discovering that Tzeentch had been left here.

He decisively assigned the cleaning task to Jianqi.

I don't care about all that. Since you've been left here, don't even think about finding a place to lie down and sleep!

But now that Tzeentch has been recruited by Morty, he is not the kind of person who will submit to injustice. When he saw the cleaning tools thrown in front of him, he said very toughly that he is now Morty's henchman and you want me to do this dirty work?

I want to eat fart!

I, Tzeentch, will never, ever be a janitor!

"Don't think I don't know you were cursing them in your mind when you didn't follow them into the portal. Get back to work!"

Stein, who wasn't all muscle, bluntly exposed Tzeentch's true colors.

Tzeentch, whose true thoughts were laid bare on the spot, didn't even blush.

He immediately retorted to Stein, "You trash guarding the Mirror City, how dare you compare yourself to a high-ranking member of a sect like me?"

"You want me to work? You're not qualified! I'm now the chief evil god under the Gold Bar Cult!"

"Ah~ right, right, right~ a sect you won't even reveal its full name, you're truly loyal to that sect~"

Stein had long known that Tzeentch was a little rascal; when it came to work, he would act like one of the family, but when it came to not working, he would draw a clear line between them.

So he deliberately became sarcastic and sarcastic.

No matter what you say, I'm right, right, right~

Then?

And you still have to do this job!

After struggling for a while and figuring out the tricks of the bastard opposite him, Tzeentch's eyes lit up, and he began to pretend to be at a loss for words.

"you..."

Seeing that Tzeentch's voice had become softer and he was talking less, Stein realized that while he was intelligent, his bottom line wasn't flexible enough and his heart wasn't black enough—he was just a simpleton.

They thought they had the upper hand in this verbal sparring.

Having abandoned his sarcastic and unpredictable manner, he began a doomed pursuit of victory.

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you're so capable, say your full name! Prove your loyalty!"

"I..."

"Speak up! Tell me! I'll make sure you don't work here anymore!"

When Stein uttered those words, Tzeentch's angry expression froze abruptly, then slowly transformed into a very strange smile.

The main course that accompanied that smile was the few words he uttered in a relaxed tone: "The Cult of Golden Crispy Thin Noodles."

"..."

Stein, who was still a bit lacking in cunning, saw Tzeentch's scheming and realized for the first time that he, as a great demon, had no chance of winning against these ruthless people with no bottom line.

You actually started plotting against me the moment the portal closed and that vacuum cleaner was thrown in front of you?

Okay~

Since you're so good at scheming.

I can only try to win people over with virtue.

Stein strode up to Tzeentch and stopped less than a meter away, watching with a mocking expression as the smile on Tzeentch's face slowly disappeared.

He reached out and grabbed the bastard by the neck, then kicked him in the stomach.

"Alright! Entertainment time is over! Get back to work!"

"Say one more word and I'll knock your teeth out!"

Chapter 148 Let's arrange a small test.

In a small room where no light could penetrate except for a single light bulb emitting a dim yellow glow from the ceiling.

Morty sat on the east side of this somewhat old wooden table.

Grandpa was sitting on the west side, holding a tablet computer in his hand.

"So, Tzeentch's words made you realize that the reason the Shadow Group couldn't be found was because they were originally composed of the most insignificant Morty?"

"right"

Hearing Grandpa utter a single word in such a serious tone.

This reticence in his speech indicates that Grandpa has built a high wall around his heart, becoming wary of any information coming his way.

However, the fact that Grandpa was willing to tell her everything that happened in the Mirror City in his dream proved that her relationship with Grandpa was still solid.

However, this old man is in a habitual defense mechanism.

You just need to spend some time talking to him and offering him some advice.

[Damn... I'm a 14-year-old according to my ID, trying to counsel an old man who's practically in a coffin...]

Who's the adult here...?

Composing himself, Morty began to explain, with an attitude that appeared utterly sincere, what exactly this bastard Tzeentch was.

"Sigh...Grandpa, if you even knew anything about the Warhammer series' lore, you wouldn't necessarily have taken Tzeentch's words seriously..."

"What do you mean?"

"Tzeentch and his followers are all lunatics who dig three hundred pits for the future with every word they utter, waiting to trap people..."

Grandpa looked puzzled.

Morty immediately began to explain the characteristics of that damn Tzeentch from an outsider's perspective.

in short.

If you believe a single word that Jianqi says, you will definitely be ripped off.

That lunatic of his, all he does all day is try to prove he's the smartest by swindling people; he doesn't do anything productive at all!

The way he smeared himself in his dreams.

They practically wanted to smear themselves as the greatest demon in the world.

He even used his memories to fabricate a conspiracy against Rick's Group, even though he may have accidentally stumbled upon some truth.