Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

As the button was pressed, countless programs that had been ready to go began to run, and a large number of machines inside the Mirror City began to move.

Click click click!

boom!

Noisy!

The sounds of countless metals colliding create a unique concerto.

As the music reached its climax, the entire Mirror City transformed from a circular platform into a technologically advanced, open-type electromagnetic cannon.

A pale blue electromagnetic light began to illuminate the gun barrel.

The entire universe of P850 began to tremble. This universe, which had long been annihilated, seemed to be adding fuel to the hope of revenge.

Soon, the giant cannon, now fully charged, fired a blue energy beam into the darkness!

In the darkness that stretches for countless light-years, a second mirror city, hidden deep within the universe and emitting no light whatsoever, is activated by energy.

With a continuous influx of energy, Mirror City II repeated the actions of Mirror City I.

Until the five mirror cities were completely connected by energy pillars.

"Shadow Group..."

"I've come to find you..."

Chapter 210 The New Era

Morty, who was teleported back at the speed of light, only felt a blur before his eyes and was sent back to his own doorstep.

Before he could vent his emotions, before the words were even left on his lips, everything suddenly came to an abrupt halt. This method of silencing him when he couldn't win an argument, or even forcibly ending the conversation, made Morty want to slap his grandfather a few times.

"Are you ok?"

He asked with some concern, referring to C167, which had also been returned.

"Not good. His actions are downright cowardly. He seems more like he's running away from everything, like... he suddenly discovered his weakness..."

After listening quietly to Morty's intermittent narration, a hint of 'I knew it' flashed in C167's eyes.

Although C167 really wanted to say, "You may not have that guy, but you still have me."

But all of this seems rather unrealistic.

Throughout Morty's childhood, the three people in his family held the most important place.

Secondly, the person who gave him an unprecedented experience was P850, who was the real Rick of C167 Morty, not himself.

It's like a deeply unforgettable relationship.

Those who come after can never recreate the past, simply because they are newcomers...

Knowing that there was absolutely no possibility between Morty and himself, C167 gave his grandson a deep look before shoving a teleportation gun into his hand.

Under the other party's surprised gaze, C167 said, "Take it. Just in case you want to go find him or take him out someday, you'll need a 'vehicle,' right?"

"how about you?"

"Me? I plan to renovate my old house in Texas and then set off to find my Beth, who is probably my only family..."

Sensing the unspoken meaning in C167's words, Morty didn't respond. He knew that he and C167 were indeed grandfather and grandson, but this bloodline connection based on DNA didn't hold much significance in the real world.

The identification with family ties does not come from blood relations.

"Then I wish you good luck."

"gone"

Having spent a short time with C167, Morty felt a little sad as he had to watch it leave.

They are simply paths that everyone must take in their lives.

It's like being on a bus called life.

The first two passengers might be parents, grandparents, or adoptive parents; they are the first to board and the first to disembark.

But the car won't stop until the day it can no longer run. Only then can it stop its aging engine and use its mud-covered, broken headlights to look back on the past few decades.

Even after seeing you off for a thousand miles, we must eventually part ways.

C167 was gone. Morty stared at the spot where he had left for a good four or five seconds before he came back to his senses.

C167 is gone, and Grandpa is gone too.

I also got the teleportation gun.

It seems that everything is proceeding according to my original plan.

Why is it that children who crave KFC to the point of vomiting as kids can't muster an appetite when faced with a table full of KFC as adults?

Because people have changed.

"Ugh..."

With a long sigh, Morty walked towards his front door. He had hoped that the exhaustion from the ordeal would be relieved by a bath and a road trip.

I never imagined that life could be so unpredictable.

Life is truly unpredictable; you never know what surprises the next day, the next hour, or even the next second might hold.

As Morty entered the house, he saw Beth, Sammy, and Old Ke's family sitting together in the living room, each holding a glass of wine and talking incoherently.

Of course, it was Beth and Sammy who were talking nonsense and crying out loud.

If the Cthulhu family could be knocked out by a little bit of red wine, that would be enough to make them a disgrace to the Cthulhu world.

"You're back?" Old Ke seemed quite excited when he saw Morty.

Setting down his wine glass, Old Ke, who looked like a kind and honest neighbor, stepped forward, patted Morty on the shoulder, and began to inquire about his well-being with unprecedented friendliness.

"You... what's wrong with you..." Morty felt that Old K was acting strangely, and he took two steps back.

"I care about you, what's so strange about that?"

"Concerned about me...when did you become so kind? It's like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, this...damn it!"

Suddenly remembering that his grandfather had returned to the Bad State Removal Center, taken away that broken machine, and killed the person who invented it, Morty immediately understood what had happened.

Obtaining the method for building the All-Channel Element Detector from C137 means that Grandpa has the ability to send detection signals to the entire universe.

In the face of an infinite multiverse, this "all" seems to have little advantage, and whether it can even be fully detected is still unknown.

However, this thing, which is roughly equivalent to a super-large signal transmitter, is equipped with a bad state remover. Once such a signal is emitted, at least several hundred universes will definitely be affected by this remover.

This means that Old Ke and the others... have all become better!

A benevolent Cthulhu god?

Bullshit! These fat otaku never even considered doing anything evil. Apart from their grudges with the Old Gods, those humans are nothing but ants in their eyes.

Some people like to mess with ants, but can they do it for twelve hours a day, every day, year after year, from the moment they wake up to the moment they go to sleep, constantly tormenting a single ant?

Therefore, whether Old Ke and his group are good or evil is completely unknown.

Others, however, might be different...

Morty picked up the remote and turned on the TV. What he saw on the news made him feel terrible.

"In order to achieve true freedom and respect the opinion of every citizen, the federal government hereby grants each of the United States the right to freely enter and leave the Union, and allows each person the right to freely choose whether or not to obey the law. We hereby relinquish all armed forces, effective immediately..."

"In order to achieve the great unity of the world's nations, our Party will no longer engage in any negotiations over any disputed areas. In order to ensure that everyone enjoys their due rights and not to rely on the conscience of those who oppress us, we have decided to liberate those people who have been oppressed for so long. From this day forward, we will embark on a perpetual revolutionary policy!"

The entire internet was in an uproar.

On the one hand, the Americans are determined to uphold freedom and will no longer engage in any actions that restrict freedom.

On the other hand, there's a strong fatherly attitude, a patriarchal approach that says, "We're doing this for your own good, so we're determined to give you a beautiful new world."

Therefore, this series of changes means...

Hearing the commotion piercing the roof, Morty, who had been unconscious in Mirror City for three days and whose situation here had progressed to the fourth day, stepped outside...

Dozens of fifth-generation fighter jets flew overhead like eagles.

Hundreds of armed helicopters followed in their wake.

High above were hundreds of transport planes preparing to drop troops to the ground.

On the ground... a tank drove in from a distant block, followed by a dozen armored vehicles carrying soldiers, and a propaganda vehicle broadcasting new policies of the new era in Chinese-accented English.

"This world is unbearable..."

"We have to run..."

Chapter 211 Traveling to Another Universe

"Sigh, these guys, the previous one loved the old tricks of the imperial army. After defeating others, they would say it was for your own good. They're still doing the same thing now. It's true that no matter which political system you change to, you can't avoid this kind of thing." Old Ke stood by the roadside with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Three meters away from him, a soldier holding leaflets was handing them out door to door.

When it was sent to Lao Ke, he didn't accept it.

After all, I'm Cthulhu!

Have you ever seen Cthulhu under the red flag?

This is just ridiculous!

Old Ke, who hadn't taken the flyer, turned and went inside. He told his wife and daughters to pack their bags on time, as there wasn't enough room for the rest of us here.

Old Ke went back inside. Morty took the flyer, glanced at its contents, and then looked at the house behind him.

Then, he decided to leave.

Home is not just a house, but the presence of family members; that's what makes a home.

There's no way to hide my relationship with my grandfather from this place.

Once they have digested the entire territory of North America, what awaits them will surely be a multiverse adventure of science and democracy under the leadership of D.

Having no interest in it, Morty decided to run away.

Back inside, Morty snatched the wine glasses from Beth and Sunny's hands, telling them to hurry up and pack their things. Then, he went inside and packed up all his belongings.