Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Um... how come you have such a sharp mind..."

Morty panicked a little when the King in Yellow caught the loophole in his words, but after taking a deep breath and calming himself down, he did so.

He was like a small vendor in a vegetable market.

They began to scrutinize every single detail with the King in Yellow.

Since the other party hasn't moved an inch since hearing my suggestion, it means they've taken it to heart and are quite interested.

But that's not enough!

This price isn't enough for the King of Yellow to pull out his wallet.

So...

“I know your concerns, because there are Galactic Empire surveillance cameras everywhere here. Even right here as we're talking, there are at least four cameras pointed directly at the two of us.”

"But electronic devices are most vulnerable to electromagnetic pulses. Even with layers of protection, they are still highly sophisticated devices. If even a core component is damaged, they will completely lose their functionality."

"So you can stand on the outside, and I'll handle almost all the work. I just need your help when I can't keep going."

"Once this is all over, I'll talk to Old K and give you that universe."

"So, what if you got a job that was easy, where all you had to do was lend a hand when I couldn't take it anymore? Would you take it?"

After delivering his long speech, Morty, who had shown his utmost sincerity, looked at the King in Yellow with trepidation, knowing that persuasion had never been his forte.

However, the benefits are undeniable.

The King in Yellow should...

"Sorry, I'm not interested. It's not that the universe isn't appealing, but I'd much rather see him publicly executed."

"And if you go to rescue Sangmei, you'll definitely take him with you."

"But I can't stop you from saving people, so I can only stand by and do nothing."

"Good luck, I'm off!"

Chapter 168 One day, I will break free from this cage.

Watching the King in Yellow resolutely leave.

Knowing there was no reason left to persuade the other party, Morty sighed inwardly.

at this point.

It seems I'll have to see if Tzeentch can actually do the job...

Wait, she seems to have turned into a pink-haired mature woman. And why did she turn out like that? Grandpa seemed to have given an explanation.

God did not have gender at the beginning.

So from a certain perspective, it was he himself who gave Tzeentch the gender of a girl.

hiss!

If we think about it this way...

Red-haired, muscular, hot, clothes-ripping horror?

A slightly chubby, kind-hearted older sister with green hair, who is actually wicked?

pink...

Wait a minute! Why is Tzeentch pink-haired? Shouldn't it be Slaanesh with pink hair? He should have blue hair.

I remember the colors of those four guys very clearly.

It can be seen that Tzeentch appears to have pink hair.

Morty was briefly confused.

He quickly put the matter out of his mind and decided to go back to the hospital first, just in case his grandfather wanted to join in.

After all, no matter how much other things Grandpa had to do, he had to do something since Sangmei had been arrested.

When Morty returned to the hospital.

At the multidimensional customs checkpoint of the C137 universe, C137 and his Morty disguised themselves in camouflage suits to pass through.

In reality, even if the multidimensional customs authorities saw C137's true form, they wouldn't stop him, because this group of Ricks has never posed any real threat to the Galactic Empire's rule...

Why is it that these white-haired old men are always keen on causing trouble in various universes instead of joining forces to think about how to overthrow the Galactic Empire?

Therefore, the Galactic Empire has an internal rule that unless a Rick directly conflicts with their side or breaks any laws, they can just let him be.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Then there are these old geezers, almost without exception they all have the mentality of 'I've lived enough, what about you?'

Who the hell would dare mess with someone who's lived a life of luxury?!

"YEAH~ Also, don't forget that in the pilot episode, when they were at the multidimensional customs, it was because of that magical fruit that they alerted those bureaucratic lackeys!"

The drunken C137 suddenly turned around, glanced at you in front of the screen, and then turned its head back because a certain little guy had heard it.

"Rick? Who are you talking to?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you'll find out someday."

“Jesus, you’re making me very anxious. I don’t understand why we suddenly have to go to Hermuel. Didn’t you say that place is one of the most disgusting places in the world, full of formalism and bureaucracy? A simple thing requires writing preliminary, mid-term, and post-term summaries, as well as holding preliminary, mid-term, and post-term meetings, as well as meetings to unify thinking, experience sharing sessions, and expert lectures. Everything has to be archived in both electronic and paper formats, and there are regular spot checks, as if there are no other problems in the world that need to be solved.”

"Jesus! Shut up! If you keep talking, we're both going to be in trouble. Hurry up, it's almost your turn, get through security!"

C137 turned his attention back to the line of thirty people ahead of him and pulled out a cell phone.

Having grown accustomed to using holographic devices, he simply couldn't get used to switching back to this old-fashioned device.

I feel like I've gone back to the primitive era from modern times.

But what can we do?

That P850 enthusiast just loves to do things that defy human nature.

I tapped the screen a few times with my finger and sent another message to my grandfather to confirm that the guy was indeed behind Hermuel.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The last time I met my grandfather, he told me about a possibility. This time, he told me another chilling guess.

Why can't he find the Shadow Group, who is stronger than him, and also the murderer who killed his wife and daughter?

Was the murderer too good at hiding?

If the other party can disappear to this extent, doesn't that mean that, in some way, they are stronger than me?

Why do you never dare to confront yourself directly, and always resort to underhanded schemes?

There is only one answer!

He wasn't strong enough, nor was he good at hiding; he always remained hidden among us!

There could be no other person besides Morty who could appear so frequently in his life yet remain so inconspicuous.

Thinking of this, C137 stared at the back of C137 Morty's head for several seconds before looking away.

The Morty beside him now is not his first Morty; there was another Morty before this one.

That Morty was someone I poured countless hours of effort and emotion into, someone I could almost regard as my own grandson.

However, excessive pampering, indulgence, and even giving in are also problems.

This led him down a completely different path.

What exactly happened?

C137 didn't want to recall it anymore, because it was a heartbreaking betrayal, but now he had the chance to find him and then kill him!

No one can betray us! No one!

"Hey, it's you. You're in line here too?"

A rather honest voice came from behind C137. He turned around in surprise and found that it was his grandfather's friend Stein standing behind him.

This man, who is always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, looks somewhat different today, or perhaps more like someone from the outskirts of the city.

He carried a snakeskin bag on his right shoulder, and with each movement, the sound of bottles and jars clattering together could be heard.

"Did P850 send you?"

"Yes, he needed some opening fireworks, so I got him the fireworks he wanted."

Are you sure his "God's Fire" plan will succeed?

When this question was raised, Stein's smile vanished, and he adopted a serious expression, standing up for his friend. His voice was firm and resolute as he replied, "I believe him because his plans, in the general direction, have never gone wrong."

"Then he'll have to unlock the Smart Lock too... How many times has his IQ dropped now?"

"Four times... Do you know how painful it can be for him to stay conscious and mentally sharp, just like Innocent Rick? There are painful Ricks in this world, aren't there?"

C137 looked somewhat surprised to hear how much Stein knew about Ruicheng and the Ricks, but then he thought about how good his grandfather was at planning.

This seems to illustrate just how important Stein was in the entire project.

Otherwise, how come Grandpa's Morty still doesn't know even the slightest bit about the big plan?

Wait a minute... these words are visible?

fuck!

I have to keep treating Grandpa like he's mentally challenged; I can't attract anyone's attention...

Having cleared away all distracting thoughts and reflections with his grandfather, C137 looked up at the large glass window inside customs where he could see the starry sky.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, he seemed to be gazing into the eyes of someone in the starry sky.

One day, I will break free from this cage!

Chapter 169 Suppressed Feelings

"Xiao Qi... Xiao... fuck! Can't you go back to how you were before? The way you are now, I don't even know how to curse you anymore!"

When Morty returned to the hospital, he found that his grandfather had disappeared. He went into the ward and found that Tzeentch had just woken up.