Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

However, the entire management center is within the range of 'Motty's call,' and the area covered by this call is getting larger and larger.

Stein, unable to withstand the frenzied sound for even three seconds, was unable to enter the Mirror City.

So he could only retreat step by step, eventually standing at the reception area of ​​Hell and Heaven, with a group of big shots, all wearing bitter faces, looking at the territory in front of him that had been completely conquered within five minutes.

"Fuck, Stein, what the hell is going on?" Satan, who had been playing mahjong in Hell for about two months, was suddenly pulled out of the game. Looking at the scene before him, he asked with a mixture of confusion and anger.

With the eldest brother's words, the others, who had no idea where to start, seemed to have found a key point and began asking Stein all at once what was going on.

You previously suggested working with that stinky old man Rick from the material world to create a modern reception center, freeing us all from the old ways of operating.

We do acknowledge this contribution.

Since the advent of apps like Hell App, Heaven App, randomly selected lucky winners, gridded unlucky ones, and empowering a church statue, these kinds of operations have become commonplace.

We no longer go to the grassroots level and conduct on-site investigations one by one as we used to. Instead, we directly use big data screening to achieve our respective KPIs.

That's why, even though such a big incident suddenly happened, we hot-tempered guys didn't just kill you on the spot.

So... what exactly happened?

Stein: "If you continue to entertain yourselves to the point of death like this, I'm really worried that one day you'll send villains to heaven and good people to hell..."

Satan: "Is this something to consider with a salary of five thousand? Get to the point! Tell me what kind of mess you've made!"

Seeing that the higher-ups of Hell and Heaven were almost all looking at him, Stein didn't care much about Heaven's reputation and told the whole story without embellishment.

Upon hearing that this was actually orchestrated by Heaven, the demons, led by Satan, unleashed a torrent of profanities upon these creatures who wore white robes every day but whose hearts were blacker than demons.

The child sincerely apologized to one of you for the disrespect he had shown.

And what did you do? Not only did you not accept the apology, you even kicked it away!

Damn it!

You are even more evil than the devil!

"Really? I seem to remember that the ones who killed the most people, committed the deepest sins, lied the most, and were always the ones who couldn't make it in society would choose to worship evil gods, are all you guys?"

"Who the hell wants to worship you horribly ugly freaks?"

"Exactly, exactly! Only losers worship you because you represent the disruption of order and the destruction of everything beautiful and peaceful!"

Hearing that these angels dared to shift the blame and even diss those who worshipped them as lowly losers, the hot-tempered demons were not going to hold back.

His very first words nearly set off a battle between heaven and hell on the scene.

"Yes, yes, that's why every mother who takes her little boy to church always tells him to stay close to her and not run around."

"Fuck! Lucifer, what are you saying, you traitor! You still have the right to talk about us?"

Looking at this group of people who didn't want to solve the problem but only cared about arguing, or even deliberately started arguing, Stein silently distanced himself from them.

Although he admitted in his heart that his grandfather's "entertainment to the death" approach had indeed caused these two once incredibly intelligent angels and devils to experience a decline in their thinking abilities due to short videos and other such things.

However, this benefit also brings a fatal problem.

That means that when a real problem comes here, these two groups of people, who have lost most of their thinking abilities, are unable to solve any problems!

Because no difficult problem can be solved by simply thinking about it.

We must think carefully, consider N directions in a positive direction, consider N directions in a negative direction, propose N solutions, and make N Plan B plans to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

However, once people get used to frequent, fragmented reading and short videos, anyone will develop a deep-seated resistance to prolonged reading and thinking.

When I see a long article or video, I always think, "Can it be shorter? Can it be faster? Can it be easier?"

In this world, it's easiest to go from smart to stupid, but it's hardest to go from stupid to smart.

Stein, who had always maintained his stargazing habit and had not been swayed by short videos and fragmented reading, pondered for a moment and knew that he could basically no longer expect these two groups of people to solve Morty's sudden rampage.

Upon hearing Morty's 'call' rapidly approaching, Stan decisively turned and ran into Hell.

Because at this speed, the entire non-material world would be enveloped by this sound for at most twenty hours.

She wanted to contact her grandfather, but she had to go to the City of Mirrors.

So, besides the method of risking everything to run to the Mirror City...

There's only that one person imprisoned deep in hell...

A person whose grandfather would never allow him to be released, yet who can solve the immediate problem.

Stein, who had run from the first level of hell to the eighteenth level, stopped in front of a stone building about eight meters high.

The imps guarding the area surrounded Stein with hopeful eyes as he arrived.

Because every time Stein came, he would bring a small gift from the material world.

For these little devils who have been here for at least a few decades, this is their only way to learn about the outside world and to fantasize about it.

But Stein brought no gifts today.

After rudely dismissing the demons, he ordered everyone to prepare for battle and then walked straight into the building.

As soon as I stepped inside.

Eight alloy spikes pierced through his body, pinning an old man firmly to the ground. Above him stood a giant machine.

"Stein... what brings you here?"

"Rick..."

As Stein looked at the C167 on the ground, its surface a mess but its eyes filled with calm, a wave of fear washed over him, and his legs began to tremble.

This man, who was exceptionally talented in his youth...

It destroyed the intangible world a million times, and then resurrected it a million times...

Now I need to ask him for help...

Chapter 196 The Personality Was Sliced ​​Apart

"Sigh, I need to unlock my intelligence first."

In the underground base of the house, Grandpa obtained the machine and tried to reverse engineer the core technology. He worked for a long time but found that he could not solve the most core technology.

So they set their sights on the IQ lock.

But he knew that every time he tried to rip off someone who was gullible, he would cause something new to happen, which made him extremely hesitant.

But the allure of this wonderful new world is just too great.

It was a new era that made people incredibly outward-looking. No one harbored malice towards anything, and no one wanted to do anything as bad as cutting in line. Everyone was peaceful and focused on their personal lives.

It was an idealistic yet easily achievable thing that made Grandpa weigh the pros and cons for a long time before deciding to unlock his intelligence.

This is the second time in a short period of time that I've unlocked my intelligence, following the Morty dream incident.

Moreover, it's no longer just one step, but two or more steps!

Have the AI ​​fetch the drug that unlocks intelligence for you.

The caps of both bottles were opened at the same time, and Grandpa, who had many years of experience drinking directly from the bottle, drank the two bottles containing a total of 500 milliliters of medicine in one go.

As these drugs flow into the stomach, they permeate through the stomach wall into the bloodstream, and eventually reach the brain, where they begin to activate the temporarily dormant brain nerve cells.

Some memories that Grandpa had buried deep in his mind began to surface and kept repeating in his mind.

This finally reminded him of some things that he had deliberately forgotten by sealing his intelligence.

This memory, however, made Grandpa, sitting in his chair, speechless and facepalming. He had wasted a lot of time doing a bunch of things he had already done before.

[So that's how it is... The Mirror City is actually a super-powerful all-universe signal retrieval machine... I myself actually managed to reverse engineer the all-element channel detection device from Hermesel using my miraculous Devil Fruit. How exactly was it manufactured...?]

[So I wasted several months of my time messing around with this??]

Damn... it seems I deliberately acted stupid... If I were too smart, Ruicheng would drag me into that Ruicheng Conspiracy Group...

I carefully summarized the things I had deliberately forgotten.

Grandpa discovered that besides Mirror City being the starting point of all the plans, he also realized that he had almost joined the conspiracy group in Ruicheng targeting C137.

However, this conspiracy group is not the Shadow Group; rather, it's all Rick and everyone is working together to figure out how to deal with C137's bragging group.

The current council of Ruicheng has gathered a group of the most skilled Ricks, and they're sitting together discussing how to launch a surprise attack on C137...

Then?

That's it!

According to his own understanding, the closest they came to taking action was when everyone saw C137 strolling around Ruicheng, and someone handed C137 a glass of wine.

The other person took the drink and downed it in one gulp with such gusto that the person who handed him the drink slapped himself three hundred times when he got home.

He had a golden opportunity to kill C137, and he hadn't poisoned him!

Just add a tiny bit of poison, and this notorious demon who has dominated Ruicheng for decades can die on the spot right before my eyes!

I didn't even cherish the opportunity!

Forget it, forget it, there's nothing worth remembering about these things. I'd rather figure out how to install this thing on the Mirror City.

With his focus now back on the present, Grandpa disassembled the machine in front of him and looked at the extremely rudimentary electronic components inside. Following the wires, he reconstructed the internal workings of the machine in his mind.

This ability to disassemble parts and determine mechanisms in one's mind through strong intelligence and a powerful imagination is a standard feature of the 'high-IQ' Rick.

After all, not all Ricks are smart.

Rick the Idiot is arguably the most shameful of all Rick characters.

After extensive mathematical calculations and a deep understanding of how energy operates after the entire machine is started,

Grandpa discovered that this so-called 'defect removal machine' was actually similar to the reality device that Morty found in the Cthulhu world.

It all involves forcibly transforming an object that originally existed in fiction and imagination into something that can be touched, seen, and even cut, and then performing a series of operations.

Simply put, if you think of a hamburger and then hold that imagined hamburger in your hand, that falls into this category.

However, this is based on the fundamental law of conservation of matter.

No matter can be created or disappear out of thin air.

When you imagine a hamburger, you, as the subject of that thought, must provide the material to create that hamburger...

If this person can be created by absorbing external substances, then that's fine...