Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Finally, he walked up to Morty and said in a deep, powerful voice, "Yes, it's all about catching that madman. He's planning something, something extremely evil, a billion times more evil than what you've caused."

Morty: "How is what I did evil? It's clearly beneficial for technological advancement. Didn't you see that after the Galactic Empire destroyed the gods, technological development stagnated for nearly a thousand years?"

Grandpa: "When are you going to change this habit of always cracking jokes without considering the occasion..."

Morty: "My bad!"

After a brief incident, Grandpa realized he couldn't hide the truth from Morty any longer, so he started telling Morty the whole story about Dark Morty from the beginning.

When Morty learned that C137 was actually in an identity-swap world, he approached his grandfather and reached an agreement with him, which included capturing Dark Morty and the infamous Phoenix Project.

Morty was immediately awestruck.

He knew his grandfather was very strong, but according to the basic laws of "Remo", C137 must be the strongest. Now the strongest has actually reached a cooperation agreement with his grandfather.

This reflects that Grandpa is qualified to be on par with C137, or at least be ranked one level below him!

[Grandpa's strength can finally be confirmed. I no longer need to imagine how overpowered C137 was. They're probably only half as strong as Rick, or maybe a whole different level?]

Finally, Morty realized that Grandpa's strength was no longer like a mirage, sometimes seeming powerful and sometimes weak.

He said with a serious expression, "So, now that Sangmei and Lao Ke have been arrested and taken to the detention center, I don't care what other agreements you have with C137 that you haven't told me about, but I must save them!"

"You want to go save Sangmei and the others?" Grandpa was deeply surprised by the little rascal's decision, especially by the serious look on his face, which made him wonder if there was something wrong with the boy's brain.

Go to the Galactic Empire's prison... to rescue people!

You're really brave!

Do you know how much effort the Galactic Empire has put into this?

Do you know what kind of vicious villains the Galactic Empire holds in any of their detention facilities?

The basic entry requirement is to destroy a planet and have ongoing value for exploration!

Those who are simply mindless killers, as long as they are not involved in other matters, can basically be executed on the spot after being caught.

Despite this approach, hundreds of millions of villains are still imprisoned in prisons and other facilities throughout the Galactic Empire!

To keep these people imprisoned, they went to great lengths, deploying all sorts of security measures!

Each one is beyond your imagination!

You want to go and save people?

You're clearly just going to get yourself killed!

Besides, when did you become so close to Sangmei or Lao Ke?

Is it worth sacrificing yourself like this?

Faced with his grandfather's questioning, Morty narrowed his eyes and frowned, then relaxed. In front of his grandfather, he only displayed two emotional modes: calm and rage. He spoke with an even calmer tone than usual, saying, "They certainly aren't worth it, but to be a different Morty, I have to save them."

"No more cowardice, no more mindlessness, no more... never mind! I'm not suited to giving any moving speeches."

"The only thing I want to say is that if family is truly family, then I will go and save them!"

“I will always be there for you whenever you need me, and I have never given up on you. So now that Sangmei’s family is in deep trouble, I will also stand up for you!”

"Rick Sanchez! Are you going to stop me or help me!"

He saw Morty appear before him in a completely new guise, speaking to him with unwavering resolve.

The first thought that came to Grandpa's mind was that the dark little Mo had probably instilled some terrible ideas in Morty.

This is already seriously impacting his own 'one and only' Morty breeding program.

This made Grandpa hate Dark Mo too.

Originally, this was just a grudge between C137 and the other party, but now that little brat actually dares to mess with his ways?

Motherfuck! Just you wait!

Once I've put in some effort and come up with a complete plan, I'll see if this arrogant bastard ends up crying and begging for mercy in front of me!

After making a mental note for Dark Mo,

Grandpa stepped forward and patted Morty on the shoulder. "Alright, alright, I'll definitely help you with your matter, but remember, never be arrogant. Always remember that."

"Because the more arrogant, conceited, and convinced that you are omnipotent, then you may indeed be omnipotent, but correspondingly, you will go further and further down this path until you can't turn back, understand?"

The word 'arrogance' was vaguely sensed, as if it were a trigger button for some of Morty's, or rather, all of Morty's abilities. Morty skipped over this, saying, "I understand. So our plan is... no! I'll come up with the plan this time!"

Morty realized he was relying on his grandfather again and stopped himself from doing so, saying he would take charge this time.

While the three were discussing important matters inside the house, three more people appeared in the hallway outside...

Chapter 174 The War Between Two Ricks

Rick, Morty

Rick, Morty

"Fuck, you white-haired old men and yellow-T-shirt teenagers, can't you come up with some distinctive physical features to differentiate yourselves from others?"

Inside the ward, C137, who arrived a little later than planned, greeted Grandpa and then engaged in a rather comical self-introduction.

Stein, who had come along, couldn't help but complain that the two looked exactly alike and didn't bother to distinguish their identities with clothes or accessories.

"My Morty is so amazing, and I'm so intelligent, how could you not recognize who's who?"

"Ha, what you're saying... you're practically disregarding me and Morty. No matter how great your Morty is, can he resist Jessica's temptation? Doesn't he instantly become a god-level simp the moment he sees her? He'd practically lick the inside and outside of her shoes up to the standard of a five-star hotel toilet? By the way, does he even drink Jessica's bathwater?"

"Wow! Wow! Your Morty doesn't like Jessica, that's great! Then his Morty content is probably not authentic enough, right? Are you sure you want a Morty with extremely low Morty content? Such a Morty might stab you in the back one day and kill your two old kidneys that you've replaced countless times!"

"Wow? Are you sure you used the word 'wow'? Are you a three-year-old?! Trying to express your disdain by mimicking those exaggerated performances in TV dramas? Be mature! Act like an adult! If you want to express disdain, you can use the word 'tch,' so at least you don't need a beard to prove you're old enough to have a twilight romance!"

"Well, you're really mature, aren't you? You P4 shit, you self-proclaimed master of scheming, but you always mess things up. Tell me, in this Hermuel capture operation, which of our agreed-upon objectives did you accomplish?"

"Huh? Sorry? Our only agreed goal was to locate Dark Mo in Hermuel and then work together to capture him, right? Everything else was just a side mission, and you yourself said it wasn't important. Now you're going to play the same trick as those people who like to use psychological manipulation, saying 'I value it, so you won't do it'?"

"Ha! I think you need some education."

"Right now I want to shove a primary school science textbook directly into your brain and make your brain cells read every single word on it, since your consciousness is just a stinking pool of sewage!"

Seeing the two old men who immediately disliked each other and started hurling insults at each other upon meeting, Morty silently took a step back.

Although this may be the first time I've witnessed two Ricks having such a formal, Rick-style conversation after they met.

But the two old men's choice of words and their skillful use of profanity without using actual vulgar language made Morty feel incredibly fortunate that, in his grandfather's eyes, he was not worthy of such formal cursing.

Otherwise, given Grandpa's current agile use of allusions, from paramecium to Leviathan, he would probably have been driven to suicide by criticism long ago, instead of still being alive and kicking.

I don't think those two will calm down anytime soon.

Morty turned his attention to C137 Morty, sharing the same curiosity about this character from the main series as he did about C137.

He felt that being around his grandfather was already miserable enough.

But considering this guy's new injury poses in every episode of the first season, Morty can only admit defeat in front of him.

The other party is simply the Morty of Mortys, the one and only perfect Morty, a walking guide to injury, and a source of material cited by major medical institutions year after year.

"Hello...?"

Morty greeted him cautiously.

The next second, a torrent of words, even more talkative, rambling, and impossible to grasp than C137 and Grandpa combined, made Morty feel as if he had been submerged at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

“Jessica! Are you Morty? I'm Morty too. I've met quite a few Morties, but I've never seen one with such strong confidence in your eyes. Can you tell me how to maintain that confidence? I really hope to have some wonderful memories with Jessica that I can tell our children. Oh! By the way, I haven't formally introduced myself yet. My Rick is from universe C137. I heard you're from universe C16. Wow, we're only twenty-nine universes apart! It feels like we're only 29 neighbors apart. Why aren't you saying anything? I remember every Morty is very talkative. You really seem different from the other Morties; you seem to talk very little.”

Morty: "..."

Morty felt that if he had done anything truly heinous, fate could have been kinder, sending a champion of justice to redress the innocence, instead of sending a machine of nonsense to torment his ears...

At this moment, Morty realized why C137, in the show, always gave Morty so little time to speak.

Because once this guy opens his mouth, he just can't stop!

This damn nonsense machine!

Aren't you tired of talking so much nonsense?

Morty, who originally wanted to hook up with a C137 Morty, now just wants to escape from this place that's noisier than a vegetable market.

terrible!

Why do these people talk so much!

Does nobody want to pay attention to the things that should be being paid attention to?

For example, how should we capture that Dark Little Mo, and how should we rescue Sang Mei and the others while doing this?

"You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

Stein, who appeared behind Morty at some unknown time, was a devil in a suit. His head was almost level with the ceiling, which always gave people the feeling that the room was quite small.

But he was different today. He was carrying a large brown burlap sack on his shoulder, and with every movement of his body, the clattering of the bottles and jars inside made his air of sophistication drop by 10%.

This naturally caught Morty's attention.

"What...what are you carrying?"

"It's nothing, just your mating partner later."

"Oh...wait! What are you saying?! Mating???" Upon hearing the key word, Morty stared wide-eyed at Stein.

Listen to this! Listen to this! Is this even human language?!

"Don't worry too much. We demons are very proficient in the ways of non-material beings. I'll help you tie their hands and feet in a bit. Just focus on your work and leave the rest to fate!"

Morty: "This cultural export, reaching your region, is truly eye-opening..."

Stein: "Don't you know that all the dead people in the C167 universe will come to report to us?"

Chapter 175 Some things about the ball game

For some rookies who have never played basketball with female teammates on the court, the 1v1 one-on-1 match on the court is filled with a mysterious allure that they want to explore with all their might.

Because it was a competitive experience I had never had before when practicing alone.

Full of passion! Sweat! Physical confrontation!

But for an experienced player, whether it's dunking, putbacks, positioning, cutting, blocking, or tight defense, they are already adept at it and can handle everything in front of them with an excellent mindset in official matches.