Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Besides its use in sewage disposal, the mechanical devices installed here can also be used as air-raid shelters in critical moments.

This detail reflects, from another perspective, that the Galactic Empire is by no means an easy enemy to defeat.

Even with the C137, it's like dancing on a knife's edge.

"Alright everyone, next stop: the Divine Bureau."

As we approached the five-meter-wide, three-meter-deep semi-circular sewage pipe, a submarine-type speedboat that had been waiting for some time surfaced.

Its streamlined, all-black exterior and silent propulsion system indicate that this thing is no ordinary item.

How long have you been preparing for this?

Morty carefully stepped into the ship's hull, which had its protective shield open, to avoid losing his balance and falling into the sewage. He also asked his grandfather a question.

"Soon, about a month."

This answer surprised Morty.

If my memory serves me correctly, less than a week has actually passed since my grandfather's emotional breakdown and suicide attempt.

So even before that suicide attempt, you were already planning how to trick C137 into coming in?

Morty was quite shocked and wanted to learn how to master this skill of digging traps for others, so he could try it out himself.

Grandpa, who had already boarded the ship, left a message, lay down, and then tightly closed the protective shield.

"If you want to learn, of course I'm willing to teach you. I have a lot of things I need help with. After this is over, I'll arrange two practical lessons for you: one on the 'Thousand Layers of Techniques' and the other on 'One-Strike Kill.' Only by experiencing them firsthand can you truly learn from them."

Grandpa suddenly stopped keeping his secrets and said he would teach me the skills.

Morty immediately burst into laughter.

While the tech-savvy and combat-savvy leaders of C137 would always win in a direct confrontation, when it comes to tactics, if mastered, even the strongest can be outmaneuvered.

Now that old geezer is willing to teach me.

Wuhu! Take off!

In the final scene, Jianqi silently mourned Morty's optimism. She shook her head helplessly, lowered the protective shield, and wondered if she should offer a warning...

Are you already being tricked from this moment on?

When you express your desire to learn this, it means you can use it as a shield the next two times your grandfather tries to trick you.

They even praised it as "practice makes perfect."

With the last piece ready, the submarine speedboat began to move forward. Its streamlined and flat hull allowed it to easily navigate any sewer wide enough for a person to pass through, except when it took a little longer to turn.

Especially the jet engine that Grandpa installed, which allows it to reach a speed of 100 miles per hour.

If this weren't a sewer, it could be speeding on the road!

Half an hour later, the three people who arrived below the Divine Bureau went up through the sewers and eventually blended into the Divine Bureau with the help of their disguises.

Chapter 183 Entering the Dream

"Jesus, are these guys really the elite of the Galactic Empire? They were completely fooled by a psychedelic device?"

Upon arriving outside the room where the all-channel element detection equipment was located, the three people vaguely sensed something was amiss. Grandpa immediately recognized them: these seemingly diligent workers, who would repeat the same five-minute cycle every five minutes, were trapped by something.

Psychedelic devices are technological devices similar to illusions in a magic system. They invade the brain and, according to the rules set by the creator, make people repeat or do a certain thing over and over again.

In fact, throughout Rick City, C137 has always been recognized as a technological pioneer, and many things that shocked other Ricks came from his hands.

The dream device (Inception version) that Grandpa brought out last time was a replica of C137.

Now, seeing a small piece by C137 that trapped a group of fly-like people, Grandpa didn't go any further.

Instead, they led Morty and the other man to make a hole in the ceiling.

I plan to walk up here to that room.

Are you sure he won't deploy defenses here as well?

"Do you think he's like me? I have paranoia, but he doesn't. People who live as painfully as him would have long ago considered death a relief."

"Okay... he is indeed the epitome of nihilism... but if he feels that life is meaningless and wants to die, why doesn't he just die?"

"If someone doesn't want him to die, he won't die..."

After uttering a nonsensical remark, Grandpa immediately showed off his core muscles. On the ceiling with a hole in it, he grabbed the edge with both hands, used his waist to push his feet up.

Although the posture is not very aesthetically pleasing.

But judging from his effortless manner, he's still a shrewd old man who hasn't lost his edge.

I wonder if I'll be able to be like him when I reach that age...

After using both hands and feet to climb onto the ceiling.

The three of them crept through the maintenance passageway at the top of the ceiling to the roof of the full-channel element detection instrument.

They secretly made three small holes, just big enough to fit one eye.

The three of them looked down at the same time.

Then they saw C137 staring intently at the object that resembled an armillary sphere, his brow furrowed.

At first glance, Morty thought he was stumped by this thing, until his grandfather shoved the listening device into his hand.

He then heard C137's soft babbling.

"These useless people who evolved from the size of flies to the standard size of humans, their brains, as expected, didn't evolve along with them. This thing could have been shrunk to the size of a palm, but instead they created a super-sized armillary sphere."

"Is building such a large structure meant to show the congressmen who made the payments to you that the money they spent was indeed worthwhile?"

"It's been thousands of years, and there hasn't been any progress. It seems all living things that develop civilization are the same."

"Jesus, Morty, I told you to stay there, not to wander around and touch things. Stop causing me trouble, okay?"

He rambled on for half a day, but only the first half of what he said was very useful.

The fact that this thing can be miniaturized shows that someone not only understands how it works, but can also shrink a machine that occupies an entire room to the size of a palm.

So, Grandpa's idea of ​​'inviting' C137 to come here and take a look at the testing equipment has basically been achieved.

Next comes the most difficult and troublesome thing: how to get the method for making this kind of testing instrument out of C137's mind?

Remember Inception?

The keywords Grandpa mentioned sent chills down Morty's spine, especially since he was someone who had developed psychological trauma from his dreams.

Returning to the dream world, there was absolutely no warmth of returning home!

I felt only fear! Panic! I desperately wanted to run away from here right now!

"No... I've been traumatized by this thing... and you know that in one's own dream, everyone is invincible; no one can be defeated."

"Then let's resort to underhanded tactics!"

"No, no, no, I think we... Jesus! You son of a bitch!!!"

Morty, still trying to persuade the other party to give up this crazy idea, saw him take out a canister of gas from his shirt pocket and spray it directly into it.

The pink gas, with its slightly alluring scent, slowly disappeared as it flowed downwards; it was merely the color that vanished—a gas specially prepared for C137.

Like a cavalry charge that silently advances, it hurtles from the ceiling toward the nostrils of C137.

With each breath, it entered his lungs and spread toward his brain.

Logically speaking, C137 has countless enemies, so it should be especially wary of this kind of gas trap.

This time, however, he didn't wake up until the moment he was losing consciousness, but by then it was too late to change anything.

Looking at the soundly sleeping C137, Morty thought to himself, "Wow, that's awesome!"

Grandpa actually pulled off that sneak attack!

While Grandpa was enlarging the hole, Morty asked again why C137 wasn't killed directly after learning the manufacturing plan.

So...wait...I seem to have forgotten about Project Phoenix...killing C137 now is basically helping them escape from Hermuel...

Sure enough, his words, only half-finished, earned him a disdainful look from his grandfather...

That look seemed to say something.

I just told you something important a few hours ago, and you've already forgotten it!

"I...I've got it! It's Project Phoenix! And finding someone to take the blame!"

Morty has figured it out. That's why even if they take down C137, they absolutely cannot kill him, but must leave him here.

Grandpa nodded in satisfaction.

If you know you're wrong but still can't figure out the answer, then you shouldn't follow me.

I'll find you a mentally challenged Rick. You two will be a perfect pair, one stupid and the other idiotic. From now on, you two can be called the "Two Stupid and Two Idiots" duo.

After getting a rope down, the three of them immediately entered C137's dream at the same time.

But it was precisely at this critical moment that every second counted.

As soon as Morty entered C137's dream, before he could fully react, he saw his grandfather insert a small in-ear device into his ear.

"you..."

Seeing Morty completely unconscious, Grandpa silently turned his gaze to him, a hint of fear and cunning creeping onto his face.

Do you think I've forgotten about this?

"No... I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly..."

"Are you going in by yourself, or should I do it for you?"

Having said that, a bitter smile appeared on Tzeentch's face. These few dozen hours of her life had shown her the wonders of the outside world.

However, before the journey even began, his grandfather forcibly stuffed him back into Morty's mind, making him his subconscious again.

"Okay, I'll go back..."

Chapter 184 Must Not Kill

When Morty awoke from his dazed state, he saw his grandfather but not Tzeentch. He guessed what might have happened before he lost consciousness and sighed deeply, "Rick, did it have to be like this?"