Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

After C167 blew Khorne's head off again with a single shot, he looked at the three evil gods beside him, who were already beyond dead, and sat down on the ground, exhausted.

Despite carrying only about 30% of his peak weaponry, it took him ten minutes of grueling fighting to defeat the three evil gods.

Even with 100% preparation, it would still take me a minute to deal with these three guys.

From this perspective, Morty is already qualified to stand on his own.

While his strength might not be considered extremely high in the entire multiverse, it's more than enough for him to protect himself.

"That's good. I'm very pleased to see that you possess this level of strength even before reaching adulthood..."

Hearing C167's praise, Morty smiled. His newfound power came almost like a gift from heaven; he had never suffered any hardship before, and it was all there from the start.

He usually didn't even care much about the power that he obtained so easily.

Of course, he also knew that this power, which he obtained so easily, was harder to obtain than climbing to heaven for others.

First of all, this power is not something that all Great Old Ones possess. Only a senior like Kelvin would know how to turn an ordinary human into a Great Old One.

Secondly, if you want people to be willing to provide this power...

It's even more difficult than climbing to the heavens!

In short, Morty didn't react much to C167's praise, because it came too easily.

Seeing that C167 seemed to have given up, Morty called out to Tzeentch, who was playing whack-a-mole in the distance, "Come back! Let Grandpa out. Even if you two don't sit down and talk, at least get Grandpa to tell you his plan, right?"

Morty mentioned Grandpa's plan, something he should have said minutes ago.

As a result, a heated argument broke out between the two old men, who insisted on fighting to the death, which somehow turned into me forcibly ending their disagreement...

It's something that could have been said and done a long time ago, but after a lot of arguing and bickering, they finally remembered to say it.

fuck~

Can't you be a little more mature...?

Can you please stop constantly saying you've lived enough and don't care about anything else, but just want to kill each other? Why don't you two settle things while I'm unconscious?

Two stubborn and prideful old men!

After Grandpa sat down, Morty summoned Khorne and Nurgle again, placing them between the two men, before continuing what had just happened.

"Grandpa, tell me, what exactly is going on? You said you sealed your memories and lowered your IQ for a plan, but I feel like you've hardly done anything productive in the six months I've spent with you."

The first question Morty posed didn't seem to leave Grandpa at a loss for words; on the contrary, he seized the initiative and began to tell C167 his part.

The story naturally begins with why he wasn't actually killed, but instead imprisoned in hell.

Of course, interrogation of the shadow group is also part of it.

But more importantly, C167 is very intelligent. Its scientific research level is already on par with C137, it just lacks more inspiration.

As for things like taking care of one's family...

To be honest, my grandfather never imagined that he would participate in a Pokémon reality show at C167.

The large machine he placed inside the building that imprisoned C167 was merely a collector to enter C167's mind and gather information about his daily thoughts, especially scientific research.

As for the Shadow Group's memories, they must have been set up with a memory self-destruct device.

This is something closely linked to memory, much like a tumor.

Almost any slight external force would completely destroy the entire memory.

So, from the beginning, Grandpa's purpose in leaving C167 there was very simple: to wear down his patience and wait for him to one day be willing to reveal the truth about the Shadow Group, thus achieving a quick and painless release.

Secondly, we need to collect information about his scientific research.

I have no other ideas.

It wasn't until after a long wait that it was discovered that C167's death might have allowed the Shadow Group to infiltrate even deeper.

A new plan was born...

A plan to leverage C167 Morty.

"So, all that time you specifically requested to come to my place on the show, all that time we spent together, and all those things that moved me... were all lies?!"

"I want to take the emotional route and make you fall for C167, why would I take the initiative to say it?"

When confronted with Morty's questioning, Grandpa looked at Morty as if he were an idiot.

Chapter 209 Taking the Stage

"The reason I dare to be honest is simply because you would do so willingly."

"Also, what happened between you and me wasn't an act. Whether you believe it or not, in the past six months, you've taken a very high place in my heart. Otherwise, why haven't I actually used the power of the Mirror City to eliminate that guy yet?"

"If I really wanted to use you, I have plenty of ways to get you to reveal C167's information about the Shadow Group!"

"Do you understand?"

In the chaotic Mirror City, Grandpa's words, pointing at C167, did not quell Morty's anger.

The reason he never left his maternal grandfather was because he always believed that no matter how bad his grandfather was, at least he was someone who took care of him.

That special feeling!

But when his grandfather revealed a plan to deal with C167 Morty, Morty's heart sank.

No matter how hard the other party tries to explain.

The moment those words were uttered, everything began because of that moment.

His feelings for himself were driven by self-interest from the very beginning.

Although Morty knew he was thinking this way, he was also deliberately ignoring the fact that he had initially been desperately trying to escape from his grandfather's side.

But I'm not at fault! I was only trying to protect myself! I never intended to harm you!

On the contrary, it's you!

Your damn plan!

If you truly understand human nature so clearly, why didn't you join forces with me when you knew I was a time traveler who pursued more self-interest than the original Morty who valued Jerry, family, and Rick?

Instead, they're pulling this stunt!

"Alright, you can all go now. Go home. My first phase of the plan is complete. There's no need to say anything more..."

Seeing Morty about to erupt, the grandfather, looking somewhat dejected and disappointed, had Mirror City lock onto everyone present and send them all back to where they belonged.

After closing all the permanent portals in the Mirror City.

This city, which was mostly flat land for ease of fighting, has begun to undergo a major transformation in its form.

Countless rectangular metal pillars rose from the ground, each one increasing in height by twenty centimeters, until they formed a staircase about one hundred meters high from west to east.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of drones carrying a large number of tools and construction materials on their bottoms flew out from under the ground platform.

They began construction in accordance with the established procedures.

Energy conduits were welded together, a large number of modular electronic devices were spliced ​​together, and even a small drone wearing a white shirt and black vest flew to Grandpa's side, carrying a bottle of fine wine that had been stored for nearly ten years.

Looking at the bottle of fine wine that had been saved for today on the silver plate, Grandpa couldn't feel happy at all; he felt inexplicably weak all over.

Upon hearing the celebratory background music set up back then, he grabbed the bottle, took it out to auction—it was a bottle of fine wine worth at least ten million—and smashed it on the ground.

With a ferocious expression, he grabbed a small drone, smashed it on the ground, and stomped on it repeatedly until it was completely crushed to pieces before stopping his outburst.

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After letting out a roar to the sky, Grandpa looked up at the top of the stairs in front of him.

Since the establishment of this mirror city, he has dreamed countless times of standing there, pressing a button, finding his enemies, killing them, avenging his wife and daughters, and savoring the supreme pleasure of revenge.

But when that day finally arrived.

Grandpa, who had paid countless prices, found himself unable to feel happy.

"Motty..."

That one and only Morty lingered in Grandpa's mind like a nightmare.

He had to admit that the past six months had been the happiest time of his life since the destruction of the P850 universe.

But all of this destruction came so suddenly...

Fate's tricks never catch anyone off guard.

Just when he was so close to success, one careless move drove away those who could have shared it with him.

Even someone as hard-hearted as Grandpa...

A small drone flew over, carrying a silver platter and a bottle of fine wine worth millions.

This is the celebration program setting for Mirror City.

I set this up back then so that if I got carried away and broke a bottle, or if I didn't get to drink this particular bottle, I'd have N other bottles of fine wine waiting to be used as backups...

"I..."

When Grandpa finally remembered this incident and saw the truth behind it all, a bitter smile slowly appeared on his face.

How hard-hearted I must have been to devise this series of plans back then.

Just like these bottles of wine that have been smashed one after another.

The plan he made back then, like this endless bottle of wine, completely locked down all possible events, ensuring that everything proceeded according to the established plan.

"Do you want me to stand alone on this high platform, savoring the joy of a successful plan...?"

"it is good..."

"I'll do..."

Staring at the top of the stairs, he seemed to see his younger self standing there, his grandfather waving at him with a cold smile. He snatched the bottle of fine wine, opened the cap, and drank the wine in one gulp.

He forcefully shook the empty bottle.

Grandpa strode forward.

With each step he took uphill, his back bent a little more.

When he reached the control panel where the drone had already been built, his back was hunched over as if he were an old man. He pressed the red button on the control panel.