Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

I want to discuss the matter of rescuing Sangmei with the other party in a serious working manner.

However, they discovered that their original cunning appearance actually helped to improve their concentration.

The young, academically gifted woman in front of him, with her beautiful legs, rimless glasses, and bangs, always inexplicably distracted Morty.

Tzeentch, who noticed these tiny details, wouldn't let such a golden opportunity to turn the tide pass by.

An unintentional flick of the hair, a sudden closeness, frequent physical contact, and the cunning glint that occasionally flashed in the eyes behind the glasses.

In these coming-of-age films, the initial elements of a romance between a delinquent boy and a top student challenge Morty's inner resolve time and time again.

Because the sense of immersion is just too strong...

Before he transmigrated, he was really a good-for-nothing and a bit of a hoodlum, but he had almost no resistance to the kind of gentle, bespectacled girl.

"Damn it... I think I'll just saw your leg off..."

"Doctor! Bring me the fastest laser scalpel in your hospital!"

Seeing that Morty couldn't handle the pressure and needed to deal with the source of the pressure, Tzeentch, who had been teasing him, immediately let down his rolled-up pants, instantly transforming from a mischievous person into a dignified one.

Because he knew about the laser sawing technique used to cut off legs.

Morty is definitely capable of doing it.

As someone who possesses a portion of the other's memories, Tzeentch knows all too well that once this guy goes berserk, he'll dare to chop anyone down!

However, she couldn't help but complain about Morty as well.

It's not like I wanted to become a girl, it's all your own doing, and now you're blaming me for this and that.

Ha! Men!

Tzeentch rolled his eyes at Morty with a flirtatious look that sent a jolt through his body, causing Morty to lower his head as if he'd been electrocuted.

This is no longer negotiable!

This guy actually tried to use his looks to manipulate me!

Ha! Do you really think I'm that kind of man?

After a long silence, Morty slowly raised his head. His eyes were devoid of any emotion as he began to recount how to rescue Sangmi while minimizing casualties and informing the world of the return of the divine kingdom.

This time, whether Tzeentch's provocation of Morty was intentional or unintentional, it was all part of the plan.

None of them had any effect whatsoever.

After setting up Plan B, Tzeentch asked in bewilderment, "Why have you suddenly lost interest in girls?"

"Are you on too many drugs? Is that why you're not thinking straight? Why would I tell you how I resisted temptation? So you can target me? Get lost!"

Despite saying that, Morty walked outside on his own.

Tzeentch needs to rest for a while, and of course I can't sit here, otherwise something beyond friendship might happen.

So he thought about going to get the farewell gift package that his grandfather had prepared for him.

Let's see what Grandpa calls the 'opening show' of the return of the divine kingdom era.

Just how strong is it?

Yeah, that means we need to go back to the Divine Bureau...

Morty really didn't want to go back, but he knew that if he was lazy and chose to arbitrarily change an element, at least a large number of people in this universe would die.

With a heavy heart, he had no choice but to return to the Divine Office.

Following the same method as before, he took the 'bus' with floor-to-ceiling windows and private compartments. But once on the bus and looking out at the street, Morty realized that this was different from the previous trip to the Divine Office with the Pope.

There were noticeably more armed personnel on the streets, and more people were stationed at various intersections and in front of important institutions such as hospitals, schools, police stations, and government offices, checking the identity of everyone entering and leaving.

Although these people's uniforms were clearly different in color and style.

But their goals are the same!

The death of a department head in Hermuel, the capital city, is an absolute provocation to the Galactic Empire and an open declaration of war!

So, the investigation team was searching for clues from the smallest details.

Let's go out on the street and try our luck!

"Hello, I suspect you have some involvement in what just happened that warrants investigation. Please come with us."

"What? You're saying I'm not with the Hermuel City Guard, so you don't want to go, and you say you've been working all day? Then you might be connected to everyone fainting in the Hermuel monitoring room! Come with us! We're going to deliver you to... the City Guard!"

"Huh? This money? Ha! You're quite clever! Let's go, let's go. Don't wander around the streets like this next time."

While waiting at the traffic light, Morty watched this scene and shook his head, feeling that some things really hadn't changed in thousands of years.

Whenever an individual has the opportunity to legally infringe upon the rights of others, especially when such an opportunity comes with a major event.

99% of people would choose to taste the sweetness of this stuff.

This is most evident in groups that are usually disliked.

Some of you don't respect me on a regular basis.

Now I'm holding a flag, and if I say you have a problem, then you have a problem. If you dare to resist even a little, then you definitely have a problem.

Be a good boy and cooperate!

Don't ask why!

It's wrong of you not to cooperate!

Seeing these scenes unfolding before his eyes, Morty felt a pang of sorrow. He truly felt that all of this was meaningless!

Is it so hard to complete your work without any perfunctory work, receive the reward from your work, use the money to eat and drink, and live happily every day?

Why is it that once you have the right to harm others, you must harm them in return?

Yes, someone bullied me, insulted me, and humiliated me before.

I must get my revenge.

But how can you be sure that if he insults you with a score of 5, you will definitely insult him back with a score of 5 as well?

Everyone will try to humiliate the other person and gain the upper hand when given the opportunity to retaliate.

This is particularly evident in a certain 'game' where children touch their arms with their palms.

If A touches B's arm with his palm, B will definitely retaliate. After this happens several times, as one person increases the force or the number of times increases, it quickly evolves into violence.

Until they are pulled apart or called back.

Otherwise, they would continue until one of them was injured or even died.

So what is the meaning of this kind of human nature? Why does everyone have to live like this? Can't they develop in a better direction?

Sitting on the bus, a certain emotion was affecting his brain, and Morty, lost in thought, was completely unaware that there was another Morty on the street.

He was handing money to the two parties who had just been extorting money on the street.

"Well done! You all acted exceptionally well, very well, and your expressions were spot on."

"Alright, tell your friends to get ready too!"

Chapter 170 Mania

From the hospital to the spirit office.

What Morty saw and heard along the way made his heart grow heavier and heavier, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He was utterly disappointed by how human nature behaved at this moment.

Every glimmer of light in this world is accompanied by the ugliest, darkest, and most terrifying scenes.

A man wailing on the ground, a woman who was slapped and dared not utter a sound of grievance, and a one-year-old child who witnessed the wickedness of this society, helpless and pitiful.

The perpetrators laughed wildly, using every method to torture these people as if they were their sworn enemies.

Or rather, they didn't treat each other as human beings at all.

Your suffering is my concern.

The head of the Divine Department is dead. Now everyone in Hermuel must cooperate unconditionally with everything, or you will be suspected!

Will this world ever get better?

Why can't they live a good life?

Why is it that some people...with animalistic minds, are forever only capable of making things difficult for and tormenting others? Don't they ever consider that the world is so vast that even if one spends a lifetime traveling, one can only see one ten-thousandth of its beauty?

Despite the bloodshed he and his grandfather had instigated in many places, Morty knew in his heart that none of their killings had ever targeted innocent people.

On the contrary, they have always been protecting the weak.

Therefore, he can face these things with a clear conscience.

And this is always facing...

I was on the verge of becoming depressed on the spot.

What the hell kind of bunch of idiots are these?!

Can't you do something a decent human being should do?

Let's do something truly meaningful!

Your job is clearly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, to maintain order and stability in Hermuel, and to ensure that the people of this city do not suffer any more pain.

Look at what you've all done!

What made him even more upset was that he got off at the Shenlingshu Station. He was already feeling very heavy-hearted, as if a huge rock was pressing down on the crater of a volcano.

And then at this moment!

Someone else is trying to make things difficult for me!

"Hey, you look a bit suspicious. You don't look like a citizen of our Galactic Empire. You're showing up in this area at this time of year. You're suspicious! Come with us! We'll investigate you!"

Morty, his expression already contorted with rage, suppressed his anger and used the last bit of patience to probe the other party: "Sir, I'm just here to take care of some business. I have a new holographic smartwatch here this year. Could you do me a favor?"

The watch was taken off the wrist and held in the hand for less than two seconds.

Then I saw the watch being snatched and put on the other person's wrist. The smug look on his face was as if he knew Morty would beg and hand over his valuables in exchange for being spared further harassment.