Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This further exposed the fact that there were originally some other creatures living in this place.

Once those two guys started ranting, almost everyone else ran away.

They were afraid of angering the two guys at the top of the new food chain in this area.

"What are you two doing here?"

The emergence of game-changers is often quite unexpected.

It could even be described as extremely bizarre!

A gentle female voice rang out from the south. Morty and Grandpa turned their heads at the same time and saw a pink-haired girl wearing a white dress, floating on the small mountain that smelled bad and had a layer of green grease on its surface.

"A cunning and treacherous man!"

"It's you!"

Tzeentch, hovering almost in mid-air, flew down from the hill. His long hair, moving without wind, carried a faint fragrance that wafted into Morty and Grandpa's noses.

The aroma, which has no special function in terms of its composition, calmed both of them down a little.

Well, I've only calmed down a little bit.

What's going on with you two?

"I never thought I'd see you again, it's a fucking miracle! It's all that old geezer's fault! You have absolutely no humanity! You old good-for-nothing! You've ruined everyone else!"

"Fuck! Now that you say that, I really can't stand it anymore! You little bastard! Come on, let's fight! Damn it! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'll change my surname to Jerry Smith!!!"

Seeing that the two were arguing again, and not wanting to waste any more time, she swung her right hand and slapped them both hard across the face.

Okay, I'm behaving myself now.

"Alright, let's talk about what happened before. I only remember that I was in C137's brain at the time, and then Grandpa sent me back to Morty's brain. After that, my memories of him were basically cut off."

"When I opened my eyes again, I found myself here. I wandered around aimlessly and eventually ran into the two of you."

"So what exactly is going on between you two?"

Tzeentch posed his question again. Morty and his grandfather exchanged a glance, suppressing their anger towards each other, and, in the manner befitting mature adults, recounted the possible causes and consequences of the entire incident.

Upon hearing the words 'Damage Removal Center', Tzeentch asked helplessly, "Neither of you thinks the name of this thing is obviously wrong?"

"I told you something was wrong! But this old bastard kept insisting on saying something. Now we need to relax! Relax! Let that old bastard go!"

"Pah! You piece of trash! You dare to curse? Then get out of here yourself!"

Tzeentch: "Sigh! It's only been a few seconds of quiet, and you two are already exploding at the slightest provocation..."

The constant conflicts that erupted one after another had left Jianqi, who was already feeling a bit numb from the arguing between the grandfather and grandson, and she sighed in exhaustion.

Although she had figured out that this place was probably some kind of 'unhealthy state' collection space or something.

However, if she wanted to get out, it would be almost impossible for her and Morty to do it alone, except for her grandfather.

What's worse is that there might be another Morty and Grandpa outside, two people who, apart from having their personalities completely severed, have almost identical memories and behavioral patterns.

So who is the master and who is the slave?

Or perhaps they have become completely different people?

This was a philosophical and ethical issue, and Tzeentch didn't dwell on it for too long; she forcibly separated the two who were arguing incessantly.

He personally ordered Morty to find some usable trash nearby, or simply let him wander around outside.

She stood in front of her grandfather and, with an extremely firm attitude, ordered the old scoundrel to do what he was supposed to do.

"Whether we can get out or not depends entirely on you. If all you want to do is win an argument with Morty, then so be it. Let the three of us stay here forever."

"Get out! I don't want to stay here! I have so many things to do! Stay here? Bah! Get the hell out of here!"

Grandpa, who didn't want to stay in this awful place any longer but couldn't control his urge to argue with Morty, finally returned to some semblance of normalcy after Morty left him.

Clearly, whenever Morty and he got together, the torment they inflicted on each other began.

"Alright, since you can get to work, I won't say anything more. Hurry up and figure out some kind of technology so we can all escape from here."

Knowing that his grandfather was working alone and would definitely be fine, Tzeentch decisively chased after Morty in the direction he had gone.

This Morty, who embodies all the negative aspects of Morty's personality, is the kind of guy who, if a dog glances at him twice while walking down the street, would have its canine teeth knocked out.

He was like a bomb that was about to explode all the way, kicking whatever he saw and even punching it repeatedly.

It was purely to vent the uncontrollable anger in my heart.

"Morty! Stop! What are you doing! Are you crazy! You're not usually like this!"

"Mind your own business! I've already listened to you once, do you expect me to listen a second time? Get out!"

Morty, who has become irrational, has completely lost the composure and analytical ability he displayed when facing pressure.

He is now like a wild beast with no direction, wandering on a vast grassland with no end in sight, not knowing where to go, yet refusing to communicate with anyone.

"What's wrong with you! Is this your 'bad state'! Like a stray dog?"

"roll!"

"Damn... what a stupid and stubborn thing..."

Chapter 191 On the Journey

"Sigh, your sister is really strange. She rejected such a handsome guy after just one meeting. I really don't know what she's thinking."

"Yeah... In this car, which is filled with strange alien races besides humanoids, she actually found a handsome, tall, and strong man with dazzling blond hair, and she didn't like him..."

"Oh well, oh well, they're just teenage girls, you can't really guess what they're thinking. But it's a pleasure to meet a grandfather and granddaughter like you on this trip."

Inside the eighth dining car of the Galaxy Train, Morty and his grandfather, along with a handsome young man, sat around a table covered with a patterned white cloth.

Grandpa and the handsome guy each held a glass of wine, while Morty held a glass of juice. In front of each of the three of them was a steak dinner.

The harmonious atmosphere made passersby think that it was a family of three generations of men enjoying family time during a long journey.

However, someone's hair color was completely different from that of the grandfather and grandson...

After a few rounds of drinks, it was time for some casual conversation. Morty told his grandfather that he came from Earth, while the man in front of him said he came from Asgard.

Morty's eyes lit up as he looked at the other person.

Handsome and dashing, with blond hair and a muscular build, he exudes an aura of masculinity in every gesture and movement. Beneath his strong, masculine smile lies a heart full of lofty ambitions.

"Wow! You...I...I'm not sure if I said it correctly. May I ask if your name is Thor?"

"Emmm, when I heard you were from Earth, I already regretted it a little. That Marvel movie you made really tarnished my image..."

Morty got excited when he heard that the other person not only admitted to being Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology, but also had seen Marvel movies.

The real Thor is right in front of me!

We absolutely have to take a group photo!

After Grandpa took a picture of himself and the other person with his phone, they knew that the next stop was Asgard Falls, where they would stay for a whole day.

Morty said he wanted to visit the vaults of Asgard to see if there really was something like the Infinity Gauntlet inside.

Thor: "You know it's a movie adapted from a myth, right..."

Morty: "Since you've already turned a part of Asgard into a tourist attraction, you should create something like this to make a lot more money from ticket sales."

Thor: "Hey! What you said seems to make a lot of sense, but there are almost no tourists from Earth, so it doesn't seem really worth it."

During their awkward conversation, I originally wanted to chime in and talk about Marvel movies, which were all about Grandpa's reckless attitude.

His brows furrowed immediately after his phone vibrated a few times.

Generally speaking, apart from a few specific people, no one sends me messages or even knows my number on my phone.

He had long ago modified the telecommunications company's code so that even if someone knew the number and dialed it, the call would only go to an old man in Texas.

The message was able to get through because someone must have found the correct contact information.

Grandpa took out his phone, looked at the unknown number on the screen, and decisively answered the call, wanting to hear who was calling him.

The other person's voice sounded very soft and weak, with a strong static tone. However, every word spoken, along with the manic tone, indicated that this person did not intend to communicate with him in a friendly manner.

"You loser! Listen to me! Now! Right now! Get back to the bathhouse! You brainless piece of dog shit! You think you can get rid of the bad parts of your personality? Motherfuck! I am you! You are me! You dumped me here and think you've instantly become a saint?!"

"If you don't come back before I find a way out of here, I'll kill you ten million times over when I get out! That's right! Ten million times! I'll make you die ten million times! Until you turn into a piece of wood! I won't stop until you're a piece of dog shit!"

"You think you can abandon me?! You're incomplete without me! You old piece of trash! You're like that stinky, sticky, bottom-of-the-box dog poop that you can never shake off!"

Grandpa silently turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and fell into deep thought.

Still sharp-witted, he quickly connected his own changes, Morty's changes, and the mysterious phone call.

This reminds me of the "bad state removal center" in bathhouses. It might not just be an ordinary shop. Those machines could probably remove the worst aspects of a person's personality from them without their knowledge.

Like a cutting machine, it can divide a person's personality into a good side and a bad side.

This...this is pretty good, isn't it?

If everyone were kind-hearted, wouldn't there be no more suffering in this world?

Wouldn't the tragedies I experienced back then never happen again?

How many people no longer need to die in heaps because of one person's death?

Think about ourselves and others, including C137, how many horrific massacres have we committed over the decades in the name of that one killing?

If only this pain and torment could stop...

Then the world will be completely at peace!

Thinking of this, Grandpa got up and said he had something to do and needed to leave. He quickly walked to the next carriage, went through the teleportation door, and immediately returned to the bathhouse.

Grandpa left inexplicably, and Morty was a little confused, but thinking that Grandpa often did this, Morty didn't take it too seriously.

He'll come back anyway.

What could possibly prevent the all-powerful Rick Sanchez from returning?

After putting Grandpa's matter aside, Morty continued to discuss with Thor the stories of the gods in Norse mythology, and whether there really were no purple sweet potato spirits in our universe.

Thor: "What the hell is this purple sweet potato spirit..."

Morty: "Really? Really?"