Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Grandpa, who originally intended to give Morty a lecture on the cruelty of the world, was surprised to hear the former call him by his first name instead of the usual 'Grandpa' with mixed feelings of love and hate.

He crouched down, patted Morty's head, and said in a comforting voice, "You can't keep everyone. Everyone will leave. Just think of it as a rehearsal. The sadness will torment you even more when you see people you've known for dozens of hours leaving, compared to people you've known for thousands or tens of thousands of hours."

"Hmm..." Morty responded heavily.

Although the atmosphere was somber, the two did not forget the important purpose of their trip.

The two people inside C137's mind quickly composed themselves and focused their attention back on their surroundings.

The two were standing on the street in their own community.

The distance of less than twenty meters was enough for the two people to see a family of five behind the transparent glass, watching TV and talking non-stop.

Jerry, who was furious, Sammy, who was being sarcastic, Morty, who was afraid the two of them would fight but dared not speak, Beth, who was trying to mediate, and Rick, who had a look on his face that said, "I'm tired of this damn life."

In this otherwise ordinary Rick and Morty setting, standing in the garage is a younger version of C137, and Diane holding a toddler version of Beth.

Upon seeing the young and beautiful Grandma Diane, Morty held his breath, wanting to firmly remember this largest butterfly in the world of Rick and Morty.

It was her death that led to the deaths of countless others and forced the Galactic Empire to regard C137 as one of the greatest threats to the entire empire.

Sometimes, Morty couldn't understand why that person had to kill Diane from C137 back then.

What grudge could make you so ruthless? If you really hate C137, why didn't you just kill him? Why did you have to kill Diane?

You may feel better after killing, but you also directly caused countless people to die as a result.

Looking at C137, who now has his own house, car, career, wife, and children, his eyes are filled with hope for a bright future.

Morty couldn't help but feel that C137 had been treated unfairly.

To quote a philosopher of life...

Fate is Bitch!

C137, Grandpa, and the rest of Rick are forever people tormented by fate.

Grandpa, who was somewhat immersed in the scene, withdrew his lingering gaze, reached into his shirt pocket, took out a short, screw-like device, and stuck it into the ground.

He tapped the touchscreen buttons a few times at the top.

next second.

Four straight, black, wave-shaped streams of gas shot towards the southeast, northwest, and northeast, reaching the horizon before returning at a 45-degree clockwise angle.

One after another, until black grids formed on the ground, only then did it finally stop.

"what is this?"

"Just some inspiration drawn from your dream."

"Ok?"

Before Morty could ask any more questions...

C137 emerged from the small house in front of him. Seemingly blind, he stretched out his arms as if groping his way forward in the dark.

"Who is it that invaded my dream? Don't you know that you invaders can't possibly win in my dream?"

Such threats had almost no effect on Grandpa.

He had been planning this for a whole month, from becoming someone C137 considered worth getting to know. How much effort had he put in?

How could I possibly be deterred by such a weak and feeble statement at the most crucial moment?!

C137 was in a state of near-mutually assured destruction.

Grandpa, who rarely showed a smug expression, became unusually proud. He looked at the only person present who could hear him and asked with a smile, "Motty, would you like to hear a story?"

Morty was keeping a close eye on C137, fearing he might suddenly attack.

Upon hearing his grandfather's words, he immediately gasped in surprise.

Brother! Grandpa! Stop messing around! I know you've put in countless efforts for all of this! You've endured one difficult day after another! You've constantly honed your abilities and willpower.

But right before that crucial moment of success!!! Let's get this done quickly! Find that memory, then slip away and make C137 take the blame. You can talk for as long as you want, I'll listen!!!

Just don't tell stories here!!!

So many villains have died because of their love of storytelling!

"Relax, you think this thing is just a restraint tool? You're wrong. It's also a memory extraction tool, but it extracts the desired memories. Unlike a memory extractor, it requires searching first."

"Especially the memory extractor, which C137 already had, so once he discovers he's missing a memory, he'll definitely know that Rick was there and did something to him."

"Now, besides you and me, are there any other Ricks we can find in Hermuel?"

Xu Dong: "Then tell us about it?"

Seeing that Morty finally wanted to hear a story, Grandpa's face lit up with a smug smile once again.

Although the beginning of this story was interrupted, it doesn't matter, since this story wasn't meant to be captivating from the start anyway.

After a few seconds of thought, Grandpa cleared his throat and began to recount the adventure that had taken place a month ago.

Do you remember Sarkozy?

The name sounded familiar to Morty, but he couldn't quite place who it was. He had a feeling it was someone...

"You've forgotten that middle-aged man we met on that commercial street who makes money writing mythological novels?"

"Compared to... other adventures, his didn't seem that exciting, or rather, that memorable..."

"But he gave me a brilliant idea, a genius idea that could get the C137 sorted out in just one month."

Grandpa recalled the man who smoked a pipe, had a goatee, wore a baseball cap, and whose eyes were full of wisdom, and he wished he could kiss that bastard on the face.

A seemingly casual remark from the other person completely woke me up.

Why shoulder everything alone? Just find someone to do the things you can't do yourself.

Although the original meaning of this sentence was that, seeing how down-and-out Grandpa was, even having to haggle over the price of a drink, he was still tall and healthy at his age, so you could still go and live off some rich old women.

However, after Grandpa analyzed this statement in detail...

It turned into utilizing the ingenuity of C137!

All he needs to do is find the right thing.

Chapter 185 Break Out

"So you understand now, right?"

"grass..."

After Grandpa analyzed the whole incident in detail from beginning to end, Morty, who had grasped the main thread of the event, couldn't find any other venomous words to say to the person in front of him, except to curse the other party as a real pervert in his heart.

It all started when that middle-aged writer enlightened my grandfather.

Grandpa thought about it and realized that his enemy, and his only enemy, was that almost invisible Shadow Group.

If there's anything that can find them, it's probably only an SSSS-level artifact like the All-Channel Element Detection Instrument.

The problem is that even if you know the principles and manufacturing process, it is extremely difficult to build a Shadow Group detection instrument or a Shadow Group searcher yourself.

First, it needs a 'signature' or a general direction; otherwise, it's just searching for nothing.

Knowing that his research and development capabilities were limited and he was struggling to reach a higher level, Grandpa turned his attention to C137.

When it comes to ripping people off, Grandpa's twisted level is comparable to the technological research and development level of the C137.

There aren't many ways to get C137 involved.

One way is to push him towards the pit through various events.

Another, and even riskier, option is to meet C137 directly, gain his trust, and ultimately achieve your goal.

Grandpa didn't choose the first option, naturally because C137 is also a meticulous person.

If a series of events happening around you are unintentionally pushing you toward Hermuel, then that's quite an interesting situation...

Anyway, Grandpa didn't want to take that risk.

So he chose the second option.

However, at that time, he was already a member of Ruicheng, yet he still went and participated in something that lowered his social standing, such as "Motty's Pokémon Reality Show".

To meet and speak with C137, some reverse operations are needed.

For example... suicide, spreading rumors, etc.

In short, the goal is to make it seem like you've broken ties with Ruicheng, while simultaneously remaining wary of C137 to demonstrate that you have no interest in them.

This is specifically aimed at C137's aversion to organizations.

In this way, most of the problem is solved.

Then, unintentionally, he revealed the function of the full-channel element detection instrument, and said to her face, "If I had your scientific research talent, I would use this machine to do this and that, and find so-and-so."

In this way, most of the task was completed.

If he still refuses to come, then arrange for Dark Little Mo to come instead.

With such a multi-pronged approach, Hermuel, who was once a cesspool in C137 that reeked of a foul stench and was someone to be avoided at all costs, suddenly became a hot commodity.

"So, was the suffering I endured during this time partly planned, or partly planned?"

"Strictly speaking, the fact that you didn't use the teleportation gun to escape immediately, but instead ran to Mirror City with the Ruicheng Commando Team, does somewhat disrupt the plan."

"So now you probably know why you were occasionally tormented later on, right?"

Morty: "I was just worried about you..."

Grandpa: "So, I underestimated your feelings for me? You've been thinking about how to escape from me, but who knew you'd suddenly be unable to bear watching me die like this?"

Thinking back, I realized that I had always been on guard against my grandfather and had always been trying to find a way to escape. In my grandfather's eyes, this behavior was...

People certainly wouldn't think they have any deep feelings for him because of this.

The problem lies in that memory! Memory!

You clearly knew about the memories I had missing!

Why are you pretending to be heartless in front of me!

Pooh!