Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Therefore, the Yellow King dared not act recklessly. He knew that he absolutely could not reveal his true identity before he could completely pinpoint Morty's location.

After all, how could the Galactic Empire not know the threat level of a Morty versus that of an Old One?

Besides, even if that grandfather were here...

These flies will also come and beat him up first.

For no other reason than that Rick and his ilk rarely engage in massacres, but the evil gods... through exaggerated portrayals in various films and literature, they seem to be very keen on destroying the world.

This is utter slander!

We're the ones who enjoy the thrill of killing!

It's a passion that comes from the very bottom of my heart!

Upon arriving at the intelligence department, the Yellow-Clad Lord quickly entered the body of someone with extremely high authority by constantly changing hosts.

They successfully entered the door of Hermuel's monitoring room.

Imagine yourself going to find Morty, get the Fire of Godhood, then kick the giant toad aside and run off to another universe to become the only true god in that universe.

The Yellow King couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune.

But the air pressure door in front of him slowly slid to both sides.

Grandpa, who had just used anesthetic gas to knock everyone out inside, was now staring at him with a frown.

"Hmm? There's more?"

"I am the Yellow King! I'm one of them! Don't kill me!"

Chapter 159 The atmosphere just vanished like that.

"What a magnificent city!"

Despite knowing why he was there, Morty couldn't help but be impressed by the cultural heritage of this planetary city as the upper-level bus carried him through area after area.

Every few decades, a major aesthetic change occurs, making this city, with tens of thousands of years of history, a veritable museum that has witnessed countless changes over time.

From retro street-side phone booths made entirely of carbon alloy to primitive log cabins with wooden structures, and even steps made entirely of gold, Morty can be found in almost any material and any architectural aesthetic.

What's even more amazing is that with each station you advance to, you'll find scattered settlements of other alien races around you.

These architectural aesthetics come from other civilizations.

The city's main color scheme, besides maintaining the solemn and dignified architecture of the Flyman people with its black and red contrasts, also incorporates the vitality brought by other civilizations.

This also made Morty feel indignant about the show's budget.

Although Rick and Morty is not a show that focuses on large-scale scenes.

But deliberately setting up some backgrounds to look like low-class stuff, isn't that lowering Rick's and his friends' standards?

As the saying goes, to know how strong a person is, instead of guessing, analyzing, or arguing, it's better to look directly at how strong their enemies are.

Nobody thinks that a protagonist in an urban novel having a feud with Er Gouzi from the neighboring village proves how strong the protagonist is.

On the contrary, enemies of the caliber of the four great families are what truly demonstrate the protagonist's strength.

So before arriving at the Divine Office, after seeing the scenery along the way and witnessing the vibrant life of Morty, I actually felt a little reluctant to leave.

These ordinary people are all working hard for their own lives.

Suddenly one day, disaster struck, shattering their peaceful lives, causing bloodshed, and...

Damn, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm the villain...

No! I'm seeking an opportunity to avenge my grandfather's death!

[They're completely different from those stubborn idiots!]

Looking out the window at the next stop, which was less than 500 meters away, Morty immediately got up and prepared to head to the exit.

Unexpectedly, the Pope tapped the table a few times, and the entire carriage was mechanically raised.

The compartment that was originally located on the left side of the train was lifted separately and stacked on top of the compartment on the right side.

Upon arrival at the station, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the already rotated compartments are retracted, and a retractable steel plate extending outwards to the ground is fixed in place.

Seeing this, Morty couldn't help but think, "This isn't a public bus, it's practically a high-end private train..."

After getting off the bus.

Across from the bus stop is the Divine Bureau, which thousands of years ago dominated the world and, at its peak, had unlimited access to the empire's resources and manpower.

This building, constructed thousands of years ago, is actually located on the second level of the planet's upper zone, but due to the presence of the full-channel element detection instrument, no new building has ever been erected on top of it.

This made Morty feel at first glance that the entire complex of buildings seemed to be built at the bottom of a canyon.

Or it could be described as a super-large prison surrounded by walls nearly 100 meters high on all four sides.

Morty arrived with an assassination mission, but everything went smoothly, and he even took public transportation like a bus.

Upon seeing this complex of buildings, entirely made of black marble, with a row of columns about thirty meters high at the main entrance and seven or eight elite guards at the gate.

Finally, I began to feel a sense of immersion in the assassination mission.

That's more like it!

If I just register at the main entrance, I can get in...

That assassination mission is so boring...

"Motty, come on, I'll take you inside."

"Fuck! My Assassin's Creed! My Assassin's Dream! I'm going to scale the wall and get in!"

"What?"

"It's alright... let's go..."

Upon hearing that the Pope was offering such thoughtful service that he would lead him directly inside, Morty hesitated for a moment before abandoning the standard infiltration procedure of sneaking in through the bushes, walls, and roof.

Why bother with all that effort...?

Anyway, from the moment I got on the bus...

The task, which should have been filled with a sense of oppression and tension, has long since been completely ruined.

Ugh!

This is probably the art style of the Remor world!

Never serious...

Morty, along with the Pope and Tzeentch, arrived at the entrance to the Divine Office.

After informing them of their purpose, the guards, whose enthusiasm for their work had not yet been aroused, casually let Morty and the others leave.

In any case, according to inside information, about eight or nine hours ago, the investigators who went to investigate a certain universe did not find any signs of the re-emergence of the divine kingdom in that universe.

It's possible that the instrument has simply been damaged over thousands of years and needs to be replaced with a new one.

So since the place we're guarding is still the kind of top-secret place that, if leaked, can only be a quiet place for history books.

Why go through all that trouble?

Morty entered easily, but after taking a few steps, he glanced at the guards who were chatting together again. He realized that the gap between the upper and lower limits of the Galactic Empire was truly enormous.

Those imperial fleets that have been fighting abroad for years could easily defeat any weaker interstellar civilization by sending just one of their ships there.

It takes an average of three years of rigorous selection and a five-year probationary period before one can officially become an ordinary soldier in a fleet.

If you want to establish your own family before the age of fifty, or find an opportunity to advance your career, you'd be embarrassed to ask your superiors for a promotion if you didn't achieve a 1:100 win rate.

Those assigned to less demanding departments are simply regular office workers who clock in and out on time.

Work?

Work my ass!

All I care about is my salary!

The Pope, who had been observing Morty with a distracted gaze, chuckled and said, "Don't you think they're completely different from the fleet members you've met outside?"

"Yeah, those guys outside are too fierce..."

As Morty spoke, he recalled the cabin in space where his grandfather had sent him through a teleportation portal before he had subdued this group of underlings.

I almost crashed there, and also unexpectedly discovered part of the correct way to fight with a soul.

"If there are more idle people within an empire, doesn't that indicate that their internal contradictions and external pressures are enough to affect the daily lives of other non-military personnel?"

"On the contrary, there is heavy external pressure and uneven distribution of internal interests. In order to avoid people causing trouble, they have to use the guise of work to make everyone so tired that they have no energy to think about anything else. Doesn't this mean that they are on a tightrope? If they are not careful, they will fall and be smashed to pieces."

The Pope's words resonated with Morty, who nodded in agreement. Wanting to chat a bit more, he noticed the entrance to the Divine Office, which was not far from them.

Shut your mouth and place your right hand on the gun.

Time to get down to business!

Chapter 160 Enter Easily

Upon entering the passageway, which is ten meters wide, the floor is covered with a layer of transparent compound that protects the stone carvings below. There is a light every eight meters on the walls and a camera every twenty meters on the ceiling.

Apart from that, there were no patrol personnel, security personnel in front of important offices, or even a second checkpoint.

Morty, who thought he would be subjected to another round of checks after entering, saw that there were almost no people in the corridor and that the cameras were more for decoration than practical use. He wondered if the people sitting in the monitoring room were actually watching the screens.

"It doesn't seem very secure."

“Yes, because this place has been useless for thousands of years,” the Pope replied with a dismissive tone.

A few minutes later.

Morty arrived at the director's office with ease. He casually pushed the door open and went inside, where he saw the director of the Department of Divinity sitting behind his desk with a glass of wine in his hand.

Morty, who had never seen the Fly Man in his old age before, took about two or three seconds to memorize the man's appearance, then took out his gun, ready to send him on his way.

"Since you're already here, why not have a drink with me? Don't you think this journey has been far too smooth?"

The director's aged voice made Morty loosen his grip on the gun slightly, but based on the universal ironclad rule that too much nonsense can easily lead to disaster.

Morty didn't give him much time either.