Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Dark history!

So after seeing the uniforms of the Ruicheng Commando, Morty basically dismissed this unrealistic idea.

After all, if Ruicheng wanted to arrest someone, they would never send ordinary Ricks and Morty; they would only send these thugs who specialize in this area.

But if they encounter a powerful enemy...

There has never been a Rick leading two Mortys.

Even if the enemy doesn't know Rick, if they can kill a Rick, they won't spare Morty's life.

However, due to my height and my lack of sensitivity to trendy clothes for young people, I haven't changed my clothes much.

Now, the chubby penguin Maske has designed a luxurious suit for himself that is suitable for both formal occasions and battles with enemies.

All Morty can say about this is...

Grandpa, please stop asking for discounts!

We've entered a top-tier, handcrafted luxury clothing store!

Asking for a discount is really beneath you!

"Mask, come on, give me a discount. If that doesn't work, how about we give each other a round of applause to celebrate our old friendship?"

Seeing his grandfather's shameless pursuit of discounts, even going so far as to propose a "one-day return" discount, Morty felt not only embarrassed but also a sense of gratitude towards his grandfather.

Despite being so strapped for cash, Grandpa still took me to a world-class luxury handmade clothing store and spent a fortune to buy me a custom-made tactical suit.

This adds a touch of deep affection between grandfather and grandson to the tasks to come.

[Grandpa is really taking care of me...take care of me my ass!!!]

"Rick, you have 80 billion in your Galactic Empire bank account. The interest you accrue every day is enough for you to buy more than twenty suits like these every day. And you still want me to give you a 30% discount? Isn't that going too far?"

The fat penguin's words shattered Morty's beautiful image of grandfather-grandson affection into a complete mess, the kind that couldn't be fixed even with a bowl of glue.

Although one guy's choice of words might have been a bit exaggerated.

However, this can be inferred from this detail.

Grandpa was definitely not a poor guy!

Damn...

A fortune of tens of billions?!

You actually have at least tens of billions in assets?!

You actually had the audacity to ask them for an incredibly deep discount!

You're so damn stingy!

Already incredibly embarrassed, Morty stepped forward, grabbed his grandfather, and resolutely stood on the side of justice.

"Grandpa, just pay up obediently, okay?"

"You don't know how hard it is to save this money until you're in charge. Go away, don't stop me from bargaining. If you keep talking, I'll make you stay here and work to pay the bills."

Faced with the choice between fairness and paying for his work, Morty silently stepped aside, knowing that his grandfather was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.

If he uttered another word, even after fighting his way in and out of the Galactic Empire's capital seven times, he'd still end up working at a high-end bespoke suit shop to pay off his debts.

I hesitated for a few seconds.

So they let him go.

That's just how it is when people get old, isn't it?

You always have to find something to worry about; what fun is there if you don't show your presence?

While the two were arguing, Morty wasn't idle either, because his multi-functional tactical suit had quite a few functions, and he had only listened to the explanation but hadn't yet tried to use it.

So Morty poked his suit a few times with his thumb.

Using the ubiquitous concept of "mind control," I entered the tactical suit's control interface.

Of course, due to the thickness of the suit itself, there aren't many multi-functional options. They're mostly limited to invisibility, sound suppression, facial masking, and other passive functions such as bulletproof, fireproof, infrared protection, and protection against unwanted romantic advances...

Guns have a coating that protects against unwanted romantic advances, and so do clothes.

What was Grandpa planning?

How could Morty not know?

It's just that there are just too many Mortys, who usually seem timid and hesitant to talk to Jessica, looking like an innocent little boy.

But aside from Jessica, just how much reckless can Morty really be...?

How could any Rick not know this?

This is actually hereditary!

Just like all of Rick's love for Grandma Diane, he will always maintain that most beautiful, real, and passionate love, like a cinnabar mole that men can never forget.

Jessica is the white moonlight of all Morty.

They're the kind of people who might mess around with other women, but when it comes to you, I'm absolutely sincere.

so...

Both outfits are designed to ward off unwanted romantic advances, specifically to prevent Morty from being stalked by some beautiful woman during his missions...

vomit!!!

The thought of a fly, about 1.7 meters tall, flaunting itself in front of him made Morty's stomach churn.

Screw him.

My taste isn't that low!

It's not that low!!!

It's like they trampled my personality and aesthetic sense in the mud a billion times, and then spat a mouthful of phlegm on it!!!

Morty, who dared not make any rash promises, mentally berated his grandfather countless times before finally getting the chance to negotiate a lower price, allowing him to buy the suit at a rock-bottom cost...

Looking at the fat penguin's blackened face, Morty silently mourned for it in his heart.

Not bad, brother...

At least Grandpa was still willing to pay...

He just wanted a 'small' discount before paying.

After returning to Mirror City with his grandfather, Morty discovered that the key to entering the Galactic Empire's capital was actually with Tzeentch.

"Huh? Me? How am I supposed to get you in???"

Not only was Morty completely bewildered, but even Tzeentch himself was completely confused.

To be fair, given how badly Gary Chaw looks, if he were cast in a horror movie, the director would have to find a way to beautify his image to avoid scaring people so much that they can't sleep for several nights.

Even if Flyman has a heavy taste, he wouldn't accept someone like Trevor.

"Hey! What are you two thinking?"

"Haven't you heard of diplomatic strategy?"

"Motty, use your imagination to create an identity for Tzeentch so we can go on a diplomatic visit!"

Chapter 153 Heading to Hermuel

As a top-level force that governs countless universes.

The Galactic Empire's territory expands every day, with countless civilizations existing in countless universes. Even if the Fly People were to reproduce as much as they could, they would not have enough manpower to control all regions.

Therefore, the membership system under the federal system gives the Galactic Empire a more flexible approach to handling matters.

In other words, what do you think of my great empire?

Are you interested in joining us?

Some weaker civilizations, faced with such a powerful ally, naturally wanted to join it and become member civilizations of the Galactic Empire.

Some powerful civilizations don't respect the Galactic Empire, and the latter won't interfere, since there are so many universes to explore and countless uninhabited lands waiting to be developed.

As long as there isn't a major conflict between the two parties, they can just live their own lives.

However, this did not prevent civilizations large and small from sending their respective delegations to the Galactic Empire to seek more benefits for their civilization in the council.

This kind of interest-driven diplomacy naturally includes courting newly emerging civilizations and increasing the number of votes for one's own proposals in the council.

After all, the Galactic Empire's parliament adopts a two-tier system.

The upper council is the Galactic Empire, and the internal power struggles of the single race of Flymen.

The lower-level councils are the main battleground for the various member civilizations and the Flymen.

Morty fabricated a new identity for Tzeentch as a newly appointed ambassador of civilization, and then, through his grandfather, discovered a fish-man kingdom in C982 that was preparing to rotate the members of their embassy.

So, upon meeting, the two sides engaged in a reasonably deceptive exchange and thus infiltrated the ambassadorial corps of the Fishman Kingdom.

As for what was later exposed?

Xiao Qi!

Hold on!

No matter what they do to you, I'll take care of the chief!

I would never abandon an important mission for you!

Tzeentch: "I have a swear word to say, but I don't know if I should?"

The reason for making it so complicated is...

Of course, it's the universe where Hermuel resides. Every ten light-years there is a regional integrated control center, every light-year there is a multi-frequency surveillance satellite, every half-light-year there is a space anchoring device, and every quarter-light-year there is a small emergency outpost.

This costs the Galactic Empire at least three trillion dollars annually.

This is to ensure that people like Grandpa can't just use a small teleportation gun to appear in any important building of any important department in the empire at any time.

It can be said that, apart from the four top-tier multidimensional customs, there are very few ways to bypass these four customs and enter this universe in Hermuel's universe.

Therefore, the only way to enter Hermuel is to present Tzeentch as a newly appointed ambassador of civilization and have the three of them blend into the mission.