Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

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Looking at the man who always maintained a calm and composed aura in front of them, like a mountain that could not be easily shaken.

In the workplace, you can be controlled by your boss with a sarcastic remark, or even be told to go back to work with just one sentence.

Morty was immediately displeased.

I was talking to Stein right now, and you're sticking twelve wings on your back like you're some kind of KFC chicken wing supplier?

Where did this come from? Get out of here... Wait! Why are such terrible words popping into my head?!

Suddenly realizing how angry and terrifying his thoughts were, Morty panicked. He was such a good kid!

Why do I have such terrible thoughts in my head?

Especially when standing in front of angels, I was so ashamed to admit it!

If those neighbors in the community who believe in the cross find out, I can forget about getting any kind looks from them in my own community.

No, no, I have to apologize.

Realizing his mistake, Morty immediately stepped forward to apologize, but to everyone's surprise, the other person replied in a disdainful tone, "Where did this little bastard come from? Get out of my way! A weak star dares to talk to the moon? Don't defile my sanctity!"

"You! What do you mean! I've truly realized my mistake! I've apologized to you with utmost sincerity, why are you still resorting to such harsh words?"

The angel, who had only taken a few steps, arrogantly turned around, snorted coldly, and then turned back to walk forward.

This put Morty on the brink of a moral precipice.

Beth had repeatedly taught herself that if she did something wrong, she should admit it and not run away from the responsibility for her mistakes. She had to get the other person's forgiveness so that she could sleep at night.

Right now, the angel not only didn't accept his apology, but treated his sincerity with an almost arrogant attitude.

How can we tolerate this?

He must accept my apology!

Morty ran forward, quickening his pace to get in front of the angel and block its path. He clearly hadn't expected the angel to attack him directly.

Of course, what the angels didn't expect was that Morty wasn't a dead soul, but a physical body that had come to the non-material world.

What's even more frightening is that he's different from the last time he came here.

Last time, he was still a mortal.

He is now a demigod.

His half-Old One power had long ago given him the ability to 'talk incessantly,' but Old Kelp had never taught him how to use this almost useless thing that could easily drive his followers crazy.

But then, in this unexpected turn of events...

Morty, who had been thinking about apologizing, suddenly had his heartfelt words pour out from every pore of his skin after being kicked.

"I need to apologize, I can't do anything wrong..."

"I apologize, I didn't do anything wrong..."

"Apologize, don't do anything wrong..."

As these deafening sounds were released at an increasingly faster pace, each word was strung together, creating a cacophony of billions of sounds that could be heard but whose speed could not be kept up with by the ears.

At this moment, all the deities within the entire Intangible Realm Entry Management Center seemed to hear countless mouths repeating incomprehensible words in their ears.

Whether you cover your ears or are deaf, the sound is like thousands of needles piercing your brain directly from your ears.

This drove everyone present crazy!

"Apologize, apologize... I did something wrong, I must apologize."

Looking at the angel writhing on the ground, clutching his head in pain, Morty's eyes were filled with determination and his face with sincerity. Around him, however, were countless souls on the verge of madness from the pain.

Chapter 194 Miraculous Fruit Juice

"Why has this little brat born of loser Jerry suddenly become so quiet?"

Inside the mysterious space, the lush green-haired grandfather, while wielding a hammer and banging away, couldn't help but turn around and mutter a few words of complaint about Morty.

Having finally managed to calm Morty down, Tzeentch gave the sharp-tongued old man a big eye roll.

Even though it's clear that these two are separate individuals representing the worst aspects of Morty and Grandpa's personalities.

To be honest, that's basically how they are most of the time...

The concepts of truth, goodness, and beauty are only rarely manifested in their daily lives during important moments that showcase human nature.

At other times, it's practically a stage for verbal battles, a war of words between real men, a brutal fight between blood relatives, and a group that can't stand not messing with people.

"Alright, focus on what's in front of you. If we can't get out of here, we'll be stuck here forever."

Jianqi's words silenced Grandpa for a moment.

He, who had been 'focused' on hammering away, threw the hammer to the ground. Somewhat despairing, he covered his face and said in a frustrated tone, "Get out? Get out my ass! In terms of research level, in the entire Ruicheng, I'm at best a mid-tier T1. Compared to a T0 like C137, I'm not even in the same league."

"So what have you been doing for the past two hours?" Tzeentch looked at his grandfather with a blank expression, who had been tinkering with the machine for quite some time.

This pile of trash, scavenged from the lush green mud, was transformed in Grandpa's hands into a television set...

We discovered that Grandpa spent two hours successfully building a television set out of a pile of trash.

Having never experienced high blood pressure before, Jianqi was surprised to learn that she actually had blood pressure, and that it could spike to the top of her head. She wished she could have killed the old bastard in front of her back then.

In order to provide you with a comfortable working environment, I tried my best to persuade Morty to stay calm and not get caught in a vicious cycle of fluctuating emotions.

Then you should produce results for me while no one is around!

What you ended up with was... a television set?

What's up? The next step is to build a sofa, put it in front of the TV, and then the three of us can sit together and watch TV, cosplaying as that man sitting on the golden toilet, and watch TV until the world ends, okay?

Go to hell!

With her blood pressure soaring, every muscle in Tianqi's face contorted in a ferocious expression.

She strode up to her grandfather and, with barely contained rage, roared at him, "You old good-for-nothing! Listen to me! No wonder you're the worst side of my personality! Because you're a complete self-pitying wretch! Besides talking big, you have absolutely no skills! You're not even as good as me at manipulating people! You can't even control Negative Morty! I have to step in and control him! You're a piece of shit that even flies wouldn't stink if you threw it down the drain!"

"You think this provocation will work on me?" Negative Grandpa sneered.

Seeing that this guy, while refusing to admit that he had any problems, still insisted that he was being provoked, what's even more infuriating is that he could so confidently say, "Does provocation work on him?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Tzeentch revealed her true form—a monstrous form that, at first glance, would leave an indelible mark on one's mind and cause extreme unease.

Is it useful?

"What good is it?! Get out!!! You old piece of trash!!!"

After sending that bastard flying, Tzeentch approached Negative Morty and extended her terrifying hands in her original form.

He cupped the latter's cheeks.

The three mouths, one above the other, made sounds simultaneously.

"Motty, there's still a little bit of the diluted juice from the magical fruit you took earlier remaining in your stomach. It hasn't been fully digested, which is why you've been in a state of weakened willpower and intelligence."

"Now I need you to open your mind and let me help you digest this magical juice. Are you willing?"

Negative Morty, like a mindless beast, looked up blankly, not quite understanding what the huge monster in front of him was saying.

But the feeling the other person gave me was one of trustworthiness.

They were like two brothers.

This inexplicable trust is also why he is willing to listen to the other party.

So...

"Okay, just do it, I'll cooperate with you in everything..."

Upon hearing Negative Morty's words, Tzeentch plunged his hands directly into Negative Morty's stomach, but instead of experiencing intense pain, he felt a warm sensation.

As Tzeentch touched that trace of the magical fruit juice that remained in Negative Morty's stomach...

His eyes began to shine, his muscles relaxed, and the world before him became both complex and extremely easy to analyze and guess.

This is the effect of the miraculous fruit.

It greatly enhances intelligence!

Once the effects of the juice were fully released, Tzeentch withdrew his hand and dragged Negative Morty to the pile of junk created by Negative Grandpa.

"I need you to solve the problem of how to escape in the shortest amount of time, whether it's through technology or anything else. I'll buy you as much time as possible!"

After saying that, Tzeentch hugged Negative Morty from behind, half of his body completely merging into the latter's body. This scene of one person having two upper bodies in a horror movie made Negative Morty feel that time around him was slowing down, but his own thinking ability was not reduced at all.

"Focus! I'm slowing down your brain, but the Miracle Fruit isn't affected by this, so you feel time is slowing down, but it hasn't actually slowed down; it's just your perception that it's slowed down."

"Alright, enough nonsense, hurry up and come up with a plan, this is our only chance!"

Under Tzeentch's manipulation, Negative Morty shifted his focus back to how to escape from this magical space.

With a simple thought, he concluded that there must be some kind of door in this space.

Because if this place were completely enclosed, there would be absolutely no way he, his grandfather, and Tianqi could have come here from the outside.

So it's a door that must be opened from the outside.

I want to open it.

There are only two ways.

One option is to have someone outside open the door.

Another option is to blow up the door.

The first option requires someone willing to cooperate and fully open the door so that everyone can leave.

The second option would require considering whether the space contains anything that could be used to manufacture explosives, or how much of an explosion the space could withstand.

"Let me think... I need to do a simulation..."

Chapter 195 Release that man

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That stinky angel, when I get the chance, I'll roast all those arrogant birdmen like pigeons, feed them to the dogs, and then throw their dog shit into the nuclear reactor!"

When Morty entered his 'Ear-Piercing Demonic Sound' form, Stein, taking advantage of his quick reflexes and distance from Morty, successfully escaped from the immigration control center into the non-material world.