Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Enough!!!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Morty clenched his fists, veins bulging all over his body, and roared at the other party with all his might.

Then everything on this street froze completely at that moment.

Because of Morty's will, he completely controlled the entire street at this moment, from the cars driving forward, to the tourist airships more than 100 meters in the sky, to the scraps of paper thrown on the ground by the roadside, and to the smug fly man in front of him.

Whether these objects are alive or dead, every cell in them is under Morty's control.

Although they were military personnel of the Galactic Empire, they quickly used their personal protective equipment to break free from the not-too-strong mental control.

But Morty's attention wasn't on them at all.

He reached out and grabbed the man's neck, whose face had turned deathly pale in an instant.

He asked in a cold tone, "Did you enjoy what just happened?"

"I...I...."

"Does seeing others hunch over, be subservient, and have faces full of flattery and fear in front of you give you a sense of pleasure?"

"I..."

"You know, I once watched a TV series about a man who was falsely accused of murder. When someone went to ask his mother, she said... No parent in the world would spend twenty years raising a murderer with painstaking care."

"Perhaps you don't understand what I mean... Then I want to ask you, those people you bully using your power, did their parents give birth to them and raise them just so that one day they could be bullied by you?"

"Did your parents give birth to you and raise you just so that one day you would bully others?!"

Morty's angry questioning stopped the approaching military personnel. These highly disciplined Flymen were not the type to follow their hearts rather than orders after hearing a few touching words.

But once you understand the core of the conflict...

They then knew how to handle the situation.

During this crucial period of arrest following the headshot of the Director of the Divine Bureau, no one wanted to cause any unexpected trouble at this critical juncture.

So someone came up and gestured to Morty to talk things out, not to kill anyone, not to cause trouble, and not to make a decision he would regret in a fit of anger.

Hearing the words in his ear, Morty turned his head to look at the other person. "You have the nerve to advise me? There are so many people here!"

"When I was ordered to stop, no one stood up!"

"Even when I handed over my watch in exchange for being let go, no one stepped forward!"

"Now that I've made things worse, you all know to jump in and speak up?"

After shouting those words, Morty noticed that the other person's hand had reached for the pistol at their waist. He grinned maliciously and winked at the other person.

next second.

Like dominoes being toppled.

The fly-man in front of me, who was 1.76 meters tall, looked quite young, and had a capable air about him, collapsed from head to toe, layer by layer, because his body had turned into cards that were 0.05 centimeters thick and 3 centimeters long.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

The cards, made of flesh, lay scattered on the ground, like a pile of autumn leaves swept together since there was no wind.

Dead silence...

Everyone present who witnessed this scene couldn't help but gasp.

If forcing all people and objects to remain immobile can be accomplished through certain technological devices, then a single glance can alter the physical characteristics of a living being.

This is definitely not something an ordinary person could do!

Either he's a tech tycoon who has mastered countless cutting-edge technologies!

Either he is a god!

god!

Something that has existed since ancient times, but its peak appearance only exists in children's science books and the history books of old academic researchers!

They seem to be omnipotent!

Yet, thousands of years ago, they were defeated by mortals!

"Quickly! Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm at the Divine Bureau! A deity! Warn the whole city! A deity has appeared in Hermuel!"

Chapter 171 Explosion

Beep~ Beep!!

A piercing alarm blared over Hermuel. For thousands of years, no matter how fierce the fighting was outside, life here and throughout the entire A001 universe had always been peaceful.

The generation that heard the siren for the first time in Hermuel was collectively stunned, no matter what they were doing.

Alarms could be heard in the capital of the Galactic Empire.

It seems that the enemy has already destroyed all of the Empire's fleets and bases!

Otherwise, how could one possibly hear the alarm in Hermuel!

Before they could think any further, everyone who had lived in a safe environment since their great-great-great-grandfather's generation inevitably fell into a state of chaotic confusion, like headless flies.

But soon, Hermuel, not just a member of the Interior Ministry who was a gathering of slackers, began to play his part, guiding people to safe locations in an orderly manner and deploying more personnel to solve the 'problem'!

At this moment, in front of the Divine Office, Morty, with one hand around the guy's neck, maintained a cold attitude and walked straight towards the Divine Office.

The flies standing to his left and right were relentlessly unleashing their weapons upon him.

But... the one standing before them now is not the same Morty as before, but Morty who has ignited the fire of the divine kingdom and become a 'true god'.

Words become law; that's just basic stuff.

The truly terrifying aspects, Morty has yet to show these people.

Do you know what it means that if the physical and chemical properties of oxygen and iron are reversed, every breath of oxygen you take in will turn into pieces of vaporized iron?

To obtain oxygen, you must vaporize the 'iron' ore buried underground to replenish your oxygen supply.

Although my strength is still a long way from reaching the level of the dynamic element cycle.

But now you have these ordinary energy bullets.

Could it possibly hurt me in the slightest?

Morty gave a disdainful smile to these guys who were just trying to intimidate him with shouts but were actually attacking people who were completely useless, and continued walking forward.

Despite his anger, Morty still doesn't want to go on a killing spree.

He wanted to see what was in the farewell gift his grandfather had prepared before making a decision.

As for other things...

After Morty killed that guy, his anger had actually subsided by half. He wasn't the kind of psychopath who would think, "If you glare at me, you must want to harm me, so I'm going to massacre a city."

After realizing that he had been so arrogant as to want to accomplish something that even the gods of yesteryear could not do, namely, to make all humanity develop in a better direction.

Aside from silently cursing myself for being so arrogant,

Morty didn't have too many inappropriate thoughts anymore.

Human nature has both good and bad sides; it is more elusive than divinity and is one of the most complex problems in the world.

Even science can be accomplished through calculation.

But human nature cannot be calculated.

So, since chaos has already broken out, let's take out Grandpa's exit gift package, bombard and blast our way out, rescue Sangmei, and then find Grandpa who has disappeared somewhere.

Once the group stormed into the multi-dimensional customs, the matter was finally over.

Ignoring the shouts of those around him, he walked to the main gate of the Divine Bureau and retrieved the highly suspicious black waterproof bag from the guardhouse.

I pulled open the zipper by hand and took a look!

Morty's body trembled!

"This... I never expected it to be this..."

A simple, ordinary piece of paper!

That's right! This waterproof black cloth bag is big enough to hold several weapons, or even a lot of ammunition.

Inside this seemingly bulging bag, there was only a single note!

Morty took it out and looked at it.

It's time to taste the flavor of the gods!

A simple sentence plunged Morty into a dilemma, because he knew exactly what his grandfather meant by leaving those words.

What are gods?

That is, to be someone who must stand above everyone else and do whatever they want.

Now Grandpa wants to let him do whatever he wants.

But Morty didn't want to do that.

His moral bottom line is that he cannot accept the kind of way of taking pleasure by harming other people's bodies or souls.

Therefore, this "grand and extravagant exit gift package" that Grandpa called was destined to lose its purpose.

Morty put the note in his pocket, glanced at the guy he had been holding, hesitated for a few seconds, and then decided to let go and spare the man's life.

Although what he just did was disgusting.

But that's not a reason for him to die.

Besides, having already killed one person, whether killing another would truly make any sense is anyone's guess.

So the fly-man, who thought he was going to die, was overjoyed to find that Morty had let go of his grip and immediately ran towards the door.

At the moment it was pushed open.

A precise energy bullet struck his head, taking his life. With a smile on his lips, he lay stiffly on the ground.

[Are they insane? Killing their own people? They're an elite unit! How could they open fire without even seeing who it was?]

Morty strode to the front door and looked at the crowd outside. Their astonished expressions made Morty feel that something was amiss.

Only one bullet was fired just now.