Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Damn, it would be so much better if you were a girl."

Even so, Morty, who desperately needed a good night's sleep, still came over.

Because so much happened that day.

From the moment he got up in the morning and went to Mirror City for breakfast, he hadn't had a moment's peace.

He filled in the gaps in his imagination, ignited the fire of the divine kingdom, and then immediately ran to Hermuel, completing an assassination without any tension.

This was a really busy day.

Especially when you can't grasp the key points at all, you feel uneasy and always have the feeling that someone is plotting against you from behind.

Tsk!

At the end of the universe, there is only scheming!

Morty slowly lay down, closed his eyes, and, too lazy to tease Tzeentch any further, fell into a deep sleep.

After half an hour.

When Grandpa arrived, he saw Morty sleeping in a hug with a girl with long pink hair, especially since the girl was wearing a hospital gown.

"Damn it... You've turned a genderless god into a female god, let's see what you're going to do now..."

The King in Yellow also came along.

Just a few hours ago, he was almost killed by his grandfather. Now, he's following behind his grandfather like a lackey, looking excited. He clearly didn't suffer any loss; on the contrary, he seems to want to cheer and celebrate.

Having learned from his grandfather that Morty placed great importance on this gender distinction, he had originally been thinking about where to find a female deity.

Before I could even spend time looking for it myself...

Here it is!

He even sleeps with Morty!

The thought of igniting the fires of the Cthulhu Mythos, scattering everyone into their own universes, each living their own lives and never seeing each other again, fills the King in Yellow with immense joy.

Who can blame them when there are too many evil gods in the Cthulhu universe!

What do we do next?

"Wake him up?"

The words of the King in Yellow made Grandpa frown. After glaring at the impatient fellow, Grandpa closed the door of the ward and warned him that if he messed around, even if he ignited his own divine fire, he would still turn him to ashes.

Grandpa took out a cell phone that he had temporarily 'borrowed' from an employee in Hermuel's monitoring room and dialed a number directly.

"Hello, who is this? I'm your father. How's it going on your end? How many gods have you collected?"

"Fifty or sixty of them, and they're all quite strong. I've lost quite a few elite troops, so you'll have to find a way to replenish my ranks with more elite soldiers."

"Okay, okay. As long as you don't transfer prison guards, I'll provide you with as many as you need."

After hanging up the phone, Grandpa glanced at the chair by the wall, then plopped down in it with a carefree air, closed his eyes, and entered a state of rest and recuperation.

Grandpa never expected Morty to be able to muddy the waters on his own, using the Second Coming of God to do so.

So he had Stein collect the spirits from the very beginning.

Then they packed it up and sent it to their side, and then passed the torch to Morty one by one, eventually causing an unprecedented chaos in Hermuel.

As for how many people will die along the way.

He doesn't care at all.

All the deaths are worth it if it can achieve our goal!

Morty was sleeping, and so was Grandpa. The King in Yellow, feeling a bit bored, didn't dare to enter the ward and disturb Morty.

So he could only turn his attention to the television in the empty ward across the hall.

Okay, I've waited this long anyway, a little longer won't hurt. I'll go watch some TV.

When he turned on the TV, filled a plastic cup with water, and had just drunk half of it, he saw Old K's face appear on this multiverse channel, and he immediately vomited.

"Pfft! Holy crap! Cthulhu! That traitor! He actually dares to appear on TV?!"

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be... a luxury goods television station. This five-minute news segment is entirely dedicated to introducing Old Ke, this nouveau riche who appeared out of nowhere.

They actually bought an entire universe for an astronomical price.

The King in Yellow was dumbfounded.

We're both poor brothers, how could I not know how much money the other family has?

As it turned out, not long after this guy ran away from the Cthulhu universe, he became incredibly wealthy, rich enough to buy an entire universe.

How could this not make his younger brother envious?

Although as a member of the Great Old Ones, I don't care about money at all, but I'm the younger brother!

Why is it that shameless Cthulhu can have so many wives and a bunch of kids, and even his ugly face can be the representative of the Cthulhu world?

As the younger brother, he was destined to be forever trapped under a yellow coat, never to have a partner, never to have children, and never to become as brilliant as his older brother!

This is not fair!

Do not! ! !

The King in Yellow was enraged, wishing he could rush to Old K and wipe this guy who had taken advantage of everything from this world.

Every day he lives in this world is the greatest offense he can commit against himself!

"Excuse me... could you please stop releasing this black gas? This is a hospital; please don't disrupt the hygiene here. Otherwise, I'll have to ask security to remove you from here."

A nurse, alerted by the smoke alarm, entered the room and advised the King in Yellow to stop doing things that involve getting angry and then venting his anger.

The fact that his own brother had already made him rich had infuriated the Yellow King, so how could he possibly listen to reason?

Just as he was about to make his move.

The TV presenter interrupted the broadcast with an urgent news report.

"According to our chief source, the mysterious billionaire Cthulhu, whom we just reported on, has been successfully captured by the commando team of the Galactic Empire's Azure Hand Bank."

"A large amount of property belonging to the Aohara Bank was collected from the scene."

Upon seeing and hearing the news, the King in Yellow stared wide-eyed in disbelief, remaining stunned for a full five minutes before bursting into laughter like a pig.

My brother, who had just been making headlines on TV, was arrested!

"Hahahaha! Serves you right! You fucking deserve it! Ah!"

Seeing the King in Yellow lying on the ground convulsing, the nurse and the hospital security personnel who had arrived two minutes earlier wiped the sweat from their foreheads, which had been caused by shock, and then looked at each other.

He then called over the others who were waiting outside.

"He was sent to the psychiatric ward; he's mentally unstable!"

Chapter 166 Tzeentch Turns into a Girl?

"Hey... Holy crap! Who are you?!"

When Morty woke up from her dream and opened her eyes, she saw the pink-haired young lady next to her. Her eyes widened like saucers, and she desperately tried to back away.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud. When Morty saw his grandfather walking in warily with a gun in his hand, he immediately relaxed. He even had the leisure to point at the pink-haired girl and shout, "Protect me! Protect me! Someone is trying to assassinate me!"

Seeing that it was this pink-haired girl who had caused Morty such panic, Grandpa put away his gun and bluntly revealed the truth: "Assassination my ass! You just woke up and you're already putting on such a show. That's Tzeentch..."

"Huh?! Tzeentch?! Him? She? You must be kidding me!"

They discovered that Morty didn't believe them.

Grandpa rubbed his eyes, said a few words, and went out.

"Don't you know that gods were originally of undetermined gender?"

"What?! Wait a minute! He's some kind of god... wait, I'm a half-Old One, so subconsciously I'm also a demigod, so this..."

Upon catching a glimpse of the pink-haired girl's beautiful, jade-like legs beneath her oversized hospital gown, Morty, whose mind was brimming with a thousand words, suddenly went blank.

I swallowed hard, and then made a difficult decision.

Go outside!

After getting up from the ground, Morty walked outside the ward.

Grandpa, with his eyes closed and leaning against the wall, heard a noise in his right ear and asked, "I thought you wouldn't be out for another half hour."

Before going to bed, Morty, who had already made a certain decision, replied in a teasing tone, "Heh, you really underestimate me. If something really happens, you can go out for a meal, get a foot massage, and have some twilight romance before I'm even halfway through my break."

These words made the surprised grandfather open his eyes, glance at Morty, and then close them again.

"You've figured it out? You've finally stopped impersonating Morty?"

"Yes, I am who I am. I am neither Morty nor the person I used to be. I am just someone who has started a second life and is living in a crazy world."

After giving a positive assessment, Grandpa gestured for Morty to get lost, as he also needed time to rest.

Ok!

I left the ward to avoid embarrassment, intending to chat with my grandfather for a bit and discuss what we would do next.

So you need to rest.

I can't get in, and standing here is really awkward, damn it...

Fortunately, a nurse appeared with a tablet in her hand and her eyes searching around, giving Morty something new to do.

"Hello, do you know a spirit named Hastur, AKA The King in Yellow?"

"Um...AKA: The King in Yellow...um...should I say I know him?"

"It's like this, he today...blablabla..."

After hearing what had happened, Morty suddenly felt that his identity as a half-Great Old One was no longer appealing.

That evil god of farts!

He boasted so much, but a nurse knocked him out with a single anesthetic injection!

You're kidding me!

As the mighty King in yellow, why don't you first slaughter tens of thousands of people, and then, amidst the endless siege of enemies, shout to the heavens, "You are courting death," before finally dying from exhaustion in battle?