Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Thor: "You're something else..."

In this relaxed and joyful atmosphere, the train successfully arrived at the edge of Asgard Falls half an hour later.

The moment Morty stepped out of the car, he was stunned by what he saw.

Beneath a sky full of stars, a majestic golden palace stands directly in front, like a city gate, guarding a corner of this parallel continent.

In front of its triangular shape lies a cluster of buildings stretching for nearly a thousand miles, with statues and towers everywhere, making the whole city look like it is in a forest, and itself looks like a white forest.

Of course, Asgard Falls, a major stop on this train journey, also boasts even more stunning and magnificent scenery.

A long river runs through the entire city, with starlight floating on its surface. As it reaches the edge of the land, it flows out towards the starry sky.

The water will magically disappear, and the starlight will rise and float up into the vast sky, transforming into countless stars, forever and ever, within this eternal galaxy...

"Hey, sister, there are three thousand star stones for naming over there... Hey? Sister, what are you doing! Don't push me! I'm going to fall! Ah!!!"

Chapter 192 The Extremely Kind Grandfather

After removing the unpleasant conditions from the bathhouse, Grandpa returned to the center and very kindly explained everything that had happened to the fishman, expressing his desire to understand the core principles behind it.

"No! Impossible! This is a trade secret! My technology patent is protected by the laws of the Galactic Empire. Anyone who tries to steal it can request military support from the Empire according to the law. Please stop daydreaming!"

Grandpa wasn't angry when he was rejected. With excellent manners, he calmly expressed his willingness to pay for the patent and promised that he would not use it for any commercial purposes. This could be notarized directly at the Galactic Empire Notary Office.

The fishman was tempted by the offer of money and the fact that it didn't constitute commercial competition, but he was also afraid that his grandfather was deliberately deceiving him. So he hoped that his grandfather could write all of this down in black and white.

"No problem, no problem, let's get it notarized first."

When Grandpa's teleportation gun opened a green portal emitting a green glow right in front of the fishman, the latter was dumbfounded.

Rick and his group are one of the random troubles in the entire universe.

Every civilization that has entered the space age has written this down in its pamphlets, emphasizing that it should not provoke these crazy and eccentric individuals.

The fishman guy must have read that booklet.

However, that booklet contains tens of thousands of problems, big and small, and not everyone can recite it by heart.

It was only when Grandpa pulled out the teleportation gun and opened a portal that the fishman realized the person he was talking to was actually Rick!

Thinking about how the pamphlet used a lot of shocking words to describe what the old man had done over the years, the fishman was so frightened that his legs trembled.

But as a technically skilled, wealthy, and handsome merman, he couldn't help but become curious about the portal in front of him.

What kind of technology could create an extremely stable portal that could be released in a single operation?

This is unbelievable!

Even the portals of the Galactic Empire require an entire building and hundreds of technicians to maintain.

But the portal in front of us only requires a small handheld device. Just input any coordinates, pull the trigger, and you can teleport extremely conveniently.

"go?"

"Um... if I said I wanted to trade my technology for the teleportation gun technology you have, would you kill me?"

"Kill you? Impossible! Do you take me for some kind of serial killer? I'm just refusing your requests."

Seeing that Grandpa's attitude was completely different from the ferocious state described in the booklet, where he walked on the street killing and burning people, and would gouge out their eyes if they dared to look at him.

The fishman guy gradually grew bolder.

After witnessing the wonders of the teleportation gun, he was indeed unable to control his desires. He felt that the things behind him paled in comparison to this small teleportation gun.

It's absolutely the worst of the worst!

I must have it! No matter the cost! I will have it!

As the saying goes, greed can easily blind people. When greed arises, the fishman actually sets his sights on his grandfather's teleportation gun.

Having only heard that Ricks were vicious, the fishman was surprised to find that his grandfather was exceptionally kind when they met for the first time. Deciding to try his luck, he boldly said, "If you don't teach me how to make a teleportation gun, then you can forget about getting any of these things behind me!"

Grandpa looked at the little guy, who was only Mortimer tall, in disbelief.

I'll discuss this with you amicably and offer to compensate you for your losses. I also promise never to use this technology for commercial purposes or to compete with you in the market.

Instead of appreciating this goodwill, you tried to force me to use the teleportation gun technology to make a deal with you through threats?

impossible!

No matter how kind-hearted I am, it doesn't mean I'm a fool!

Just as the situation was about to reach a stalemate, Grandpa, who wanted to use the Fishman's technology to change the world, had to lower his demands.

"How about we compromise? I'll use the teleportation gun to exchange for one of your machines, how about that?"

"My intelligence is simply insufficient to reverse engineer the technology of the teleportation gun, yet you can reverse engineer the technology of my machine. This is unfair!!!"

The fishman's lightning-fast rebuttal, and the word "fairness" in his last sentence, left Grandpa speechless for a moment.

Yes, fairness...

What I can do, others cannot.

Is that fair?

But then again, is the technology of the teleportation gun really on the same level as that of the machine?

After thinking for a moment and making a comparison in his mind, Grandpa realized that in a sense, the two things were indeed on the same level.

A technique that can subtly remove the negative aspects of someone's personality without their knowledge.

It's definitely no weaker than the teleportation gun.

In that case...

Sensing that his grandfather's attitude had softened, the fishman seized the opportunity. After witnessing the teleportation gun's capabilities, he desperately wanted this incredible technology.

With it, you can go anywhere without being bound by any rules, and you don't need to worry about these trivial things!

I will be free and unrestrained!

As long as... as long as this old man in front of me agrees!

"Fine, in that case, I have no choice but to... send you to your death."

As the energy gun fired with a 'bang,' the smile on the fishman's face was frozen in that one second.

Even until his sudden death, the fishman never understood how he had unintentionally driven the kind-hearted old man down an even more extreme path.

To bring peace and an end to the killing in this world, I am willing to kill anyone who stands in my way to a better new world!

After experiencing his goodwill being trampled on, his humble attitude being met with further demands for so-called fairness, Grandpa's flexible thinking completely rewrote his understanding of goodness.

You want this machine to restore peace to the world, but you want this portal to satisfy your own selfish desires.

Then I am more noble than you! More selfless than you! More damn fair than you!

If anyone stands in the way of justice, then he deserves to die!

Evil people must not be allowed to live!

Those who harbor even the slightest greed must be absolutely not allowed to remain!

Why do you refuse to make this world a better place, instead choosing to get caught in an endless cycle of tormenting each other?

Is it only by bullying others that life becomes meaningful?

After killing the fishman's grandfather, he didn't even glance at the corpse. Instead, he used the portal to take the two chairs that he and Morty had sat in back to his underground base.

Here, he will strive for world peace!

Chapter 193 Returning to the Non-Material Realm

"Sangmei! What have you done! How could you push Morty down like that!"

"I...I don't know...I thought he would avoid it like before. I had no idea that he wouldn't even resist and I would just push him down like that!"

Beside Asgard Falls, a group of people stood on the edge of the land, craning their necks to look down. Morty, who had been pushed off the falls just seconds earlier, had vanished without a trace.

Enraged, Beth slapped Sangmi across the face and roared at her while crying.

Sangmei, who had been hit, looked panicked and scared, but even more so, she was incredulous. She couldn't believe that Morty, who was always her buddy and wary of each other, had been pushed off the waterfall by her without any warning.

At first, Sammy thought Morty was just teasing her, deliberately letting her get pushed down while actually watching the show from somewhere. But seeing Thor's expression, she knew that falling from there...

It seems the chances of survival are slim.

Because this so-called Asgard Falls, in a sense, is where, whenever someone dies in Asgard, they lie on a small boat and drift down this river to the land of the dead.

The owner of that place was Hela, the queen of the Land of the Dead. However, since a certain incident, that place is now called something like the Non-Material Realm Entry Management Center...

Morty, who jumped directly from the material world into the immaterial world, passed through an invisible door and arrived at the immigration control center.

The layout resembled an immigration checkpoint, with long queues and strange alien races, angels and demons...

Then there's Stein's large face, which looks sullen.

"Why are you here? You two never stop causing trouble! I've only been back from Hermuel for less than a day, and you've already come straight here?"

He expressed his displeasure at his grandfather's recent excessive actions, which had seriously interfered with his work.

Although he was a prominent figure in the Intangible Cultural Heritage Entry Management Center because of his maternal grandfather, there were actually traditional giants from Heaven and Hell standing above him.

For example, Satan, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer, and other demons and angels are all his superiors.

In the non-material world, he had to obey the orders of these people, namely his maternal grandfather who often came to his side and called him brother, which is why he had always lived a relatively easy life.

But I can't really rely on my grandfather for everything...

"Hey, isn't this our Hell's big shot—His Majesty Stein? You've finished your work and come out for a stroll?"

A sarcastic voice came from behind Morty.

Seeing Stein's pained expression, he turned around and saw a twelve-winged archangel standing with his arms crossed, about five meters away. The archangel, dressed in a pure white robe, had an expression that perfectly captured the essence of all the facial expressions of villains in palace dramas.

A disdainful look in his eyes, a perpetually smirking mouth, a head held high, and a face tilted slightly back.

That's definitely a thing that looks down on people.

Such a bitchy angel made the kind-hearted Morty immediately label him as 'deserving a beating from society' the moment he saw him.

"I've already given you so much rest time these past few days, what are you still standing here for? Get back to work!"