Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He had already used his X-ray vision glasses to see what was happening underground and overheard their conversation.

But... Morty...

If you had just chatted with Cthulhu for a bit, you would have known that some universes have rules and restrictions, okay?

To give a simple example.

In Universe A, magical energy or technological energy can be used.

However, if you go to Universe B, that universe restricts the use of technological energy. For example, energy guns cannot be used. But if you find a way to extract magical energy and modify the energy gun, you can still use the energy gun loaded with magical energy bullets.

In short, you learned Cthulhu technology from Cthulhu, but most of it ended up back in our universe.

It's practically impossible to use...

In our world, you play unspeakable games.

The next second, the Galactic Empire's cannons, firing a billion energy cannon shots per second, will instantly turn you to ashes.

But...

Morty, you've fallen into a trap!

Hey!

Grandpa smiled mysteriously, then his smile faded as he continued chatting with Cthulhu about that little question about crossing the universe.

Down below, Morty waited a few seconds, but his hot-tempered grandfather didn't come in and take him away.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Based on his understanding of his maternal grandfather.

This extremely controlling old man dislikes others going against his ideas the most, and he also enjoys seeing others suffer the consequences of going against his ideas.

These are two conflicting yet intertwined ideas.

Those who oppose his ideas generally only have two paths to choose from.

Otherwise, Grandpa could have intervened swiftly and gotten things back on track.

Otherwise, Grandpa would just stand by and watch the show, only considering whether or not to clean up the mess later.

Grandpa didn't break down the door and blow the AI ​​Cthulhu's head off; it's clear he chose to watch the show.

Thinking of this, Morty began to speed up his movements.

But at the same time, he also began to secretly increase his vigilance.

Although my grandfather was a scoundrel, his judgment was extremely accurate and unpredictable.

If he's planning to watch the show fail, then there's definitely something wrong with this hatching cocoon!

In that case, Morty will have to figure out how to keep something in reserve.

"Alright, that guy outside has gone back to chatting. Let's hurry up and get the hatching cocoons out of the way."

The urging of AI Cthulhuk amplified Morty's vigilance.

Finally, after concocting the potion, Morty grabbed the flask and simply threw it to the ground, whereupon a hatching cocoon would grow.

But Morty stopped!

"The goods are ready, isn't it time for you to give us the information?"

With eyes full of longing, AI Cthulhuric withdrew his gaze from the flask and casually waved his right hand into the air.

A dark, black mist materialized into a mirror.

The image in the mirror seemed to be the scene before the cocoon began to hatch.

After watching Grandpa Cthulhu and his family of five prepare the potion, they threw it on the ground, letting the liquid create a hatching cocoon on its own, and the whole family crawled inside.

Finally, when they emerged from their hatching cocoons!!!

"What the hell! You're trying to fool me with this???"

With a furious expression, Morty pointed at the family of five in the picture, whose octopus tentacles had been removed from their faces. He raised the flask, about to add some other ingredients to ruin the potion.

Who can accept that after a master-level lesson in magical potion concoction, the resulting potion is simply to remove octopus tentacles from one's face?

I went through so much trouble, taking each step so carefully, and you tell me...

The medicine we're preparing is a physical remodeling agent?

So, it's a cosmetic surgery drug?

You're bullying honest people!

"No, no, no! It's true! This potion was originally meant to restore one's appearance!"

"I don't believe it! Unless you have some book! You have to give me evidence! I don't believe a magical AI like you can outrun my hands!!"

Seeing that Morty was truly enraged, AI Cthulhurik closed his eyes.

The next second, a thick book popped out from the wall on the left where weapons were hanging.

Upon seeing the title, Morty put down the flask he was holding on the table and picked up the book from the floor.

"The Book of Ibon?"

"This thing actually exists?"

As Morty picked up the book, AI Cthulhuric urged Morty to quickly smash the potion on the ground.

"Don't rush, don't rush, let me study this thing first!"

Picking up this book, which is quite famous in the Cthulhu universe, Morty opened the first page and saw a sentence left by Cthulhu-Rick.

"When Rick is willing to use his brain to think about a small problem, that small problem is about to encounter the biggest trouble of its life."

Chapter 015 The Book of Ibon

"Strange and mysterious..."

"So this is what makes Rick different from different worlds?"

Although the Book of Ibn is very interesting in its later parts, with its five hundred pages containing various prayers and incantations.

It is arguably the ultimate magic book that allows any novice who transmigrates into the Cthulhu world to become a follower of a powerful figure and borrow their strength.

But the content Rick wrote on the first page of the book in this world was like an unbreakable thread, constantly wandering in Morty's mind.

Minor issue...

Rick thinks...

That statement is quite profound!

Holding the book in his hands, Morty finally reached for the potion under the urging of AI Cthulhuric.

Wishing you good health

With the other person looking on expectantly, Morty smashed the potion into the corner of the underground base, then watched as a mass of flesh and blood was created in the potion's violent reaction.

He picked up the Silent Sword and climbed up the stairs.

As soon as they came outside, Grandpa walked over and Morty asked, "Do you have any weapons of mass destruction on you?"

Grandpa, who was about to speak, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard Morty's words about threatening to kill him to silence him, and then patted his grandson's head.

"Jesus! Morty, when did you become so heartless?"

After complaining that Morty's heart had turned black, Grandpa tapped his arm a few times, and a missile launcher popped out from his body, which had long been mechanically modified.

Biu~

With a long trail of flame, the small missile, about the thickness of a baby's arm, circled three times in the air before heading straight for the wooden house.

boom!!!

The missile, which looked small, exploded violently upon contact with its target.

But when the smoke cleared, the wooden house remained standing.

A wall of black mist blocked the way.

From inside came the voice of the AI ​​Cthulhuric: "I knew it! You were definitely going to attack me! That's why I activated all the defense systems!"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa sneered, "As an AI, you want to have a physical body? You're really Rick-like!"

"What? If you're so capable, come in and wipe me out!"

Faced with the other party's provocation, Grandpa did not make a move, because he knew in his heart how much he would have to pay to destroy his base in another world.

So he turned and asked, "Motty, let's go, this matter has been resolved."

Grandpa wanted to leave, but Morty had no intention of leaving. He felt that a huge conspiracy was hidden behind this Cthulhu world!

He felt it would be a great pity to leave without finding the truth.

Grandpa, on the other hand, showed an indifferent attitude.

"Motty, do you remember how much we've been through on our adventures over the past six months?"

"With so many regrets and unfulfilled things, do we ever leave only after we've done everything perfectly?"

Everyone needs help, but we are not babysitters; we can't take care of someone for a lifetime.

Morty understood what his grandfather was saying, but he was unwilling to give up just like that.

Moreover, it has always been Grandpa who chooses which places to go on adventures; I have never had the right to choose which world to go on adventures in.

Therefore, he hasn't acquired any magical artifacts in the past six months.

We could only find some usable items among the things that Grandpa casually invented.

Even in this Cthulhu world, the last time they came here, they grilled Cthulhu's octopus tentacles.

It turns out that by simply wandering around here, I somehow managed to acquire the Book of Ibon and the Sword of Silence, two divine artifacts.

The two completely different results were simply unacceptable to Morty!

He clearly had the opportunity to take one artifact after another to strengthen his own power.

As a result, I have to accompany this old geezer to run barbecues all over the universe?