Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty, who had been holding back his gossip, finally had the chance to go to Sammy and ask her in person what had caused his flirting skills to improve so dramatically.

Is it because of love?

Or is it because his armor is very large?

Or perhaps it's Tony's intelligence that captivates you?

Well, Morty only wanted to hear the beginning; he didn't need to go into the details later.

Having emerged from the superhero company, he stood on a street outside the police cordon, surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers.

Morty, who never intended to be a superhero, didn't try to avoid these people's phones and eyes, and left in the most relaxed and unpretentious way.

It wasn't superhuman flight; instead, the tool-like Khorne grew a pair of wings and rode on his neck, flying towards Stark Tower in such an elegant manner.

Keeping the speed around 60 mph is enough for Jarvis on the Stark Tower side to spot you in advance, preventing you from arriving too quickly and seeing something you shouldn't.

A few minutes later, Morty arrived at Stark Tower. Looking at the neatly dressed Somme and Tony, he muttered to himself, 'These two don't look like they've just had a passionate affair.'

After greeting Tony, Morty went straight to the point with Sangmei, saying, "Alright, we need to get out of here quickly; there's a stronghold of the Thirteen Councils here."

Sangmei, who had no idea what the Thirteen Councils were, put down her coffee and looked at Morty with a puzzled expression. Clearly wanting to stay longer, she asked Morty what exactly the Thirteen Councils were.

We live in a universe with the Avengers.

Why would an obscure organization scare you like this?

You and your grandfather were the ones who once went to Hermuel, the capital of the Galactic Empire, and caused a huge disturbance!

Seeing Sangmei's confusion, Morty said that he could take some time to explain, but if she still didn't leave after he explained, then don't blame him for resorting to violence.

"Tell me, I'll think about it."

"Think it over, my foot! When have men ever made you this impulsive? There are tons of men with sticks around, can't you be a little more rational?"

Upon hearing that Sang Mei needed to consider it, Morty immediately got angry. He frowned, and his eyes were filled with an emotion that seemed to say, "Don't mess with me, or I'll get physical."

Seeing that something was wrong with the two, Tony quickly stepped forward, signaling Morty not to get agitated and to explain what the Thirteen Councils were.

"The Thirteen Councils was originally a secret council established by thirteen races. Its original purpose was simply to resist the rule of the Galactic Empire, but it later developed into a scourge on the multiverse."

"Behind each of their councilors stands a race, an interstellar civilization, and thus they have waged a centuries-long conflict with the Galactic Empire for more living space."

"That's right, the feud between the Shadow Council and the Galactic Empire is just that boring—a bunch of guys plotting to take down the Galactic Empire and then dominate the entire multiverse."

"But what's truly frightening is their ubiquitous intelligence agents, their various disgusting experimental facilities, and their ever-present, inexhaustible population."

Hearing this, Tony, who already thought of a certain organization similar to the Thirteen Councils, shrugged, pulled up a chair, and sat down. In an incredibly relaxed tone, he said, "Isn't this Hydra? Historically, we killed Hydra. These kinds of organizations aren't that scary, as long as..."

"Who told you that Hydra is all dead? Don't you know that an organization with this kind of operating mechanism can never be completely wiped out?"

Tony, who had been interrupted by Morty, stared at the fourteen-year-old boy in astonishment.

If it weren't for the fact that Sangmei, him, and Pepper talked a lot about Marvel last night... damn it... his world is actually called Marvel! He would definitely have thought Morty was just being stubborn.

However, Sangmei revealed quite a few things about what had happened between him and Little Chili, as well as things that hadn't happened but were very likely to happen.

Some of the things that happened during this time, such as their inner thoughts, they never mentioned to anyone else.

But...that's not the point!

The key point is that Sammy didn't tell him that Hydra, which had fought Captain America, his own father, Agent Carter, and others for hundreds of rounds, was still around all along!

In an instant, Tony, who felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, finally understood Morty's fear.

Nothing is more terrifying than a colossal creature lurking beside you, observing you, recording you, and analyzing you!

What's especially surprising is that two such organizations exist in this world at the same time!

No wonder Morty wanted to leave!

"We understand Hydra, but we don't understand the Council of Thirteen, so please, you must stay and help us!!!"

Morty, who was already planning to take action and forcibly drag Sangmi away, didn't even bother to open his mouth when he heard Tony's deadly request. He simply gave Tony a big eye roll.

Stay and help you deal with Hydra and the Thirteen Councils?

What do you take me for?

Rick Sanchez?

Although I fought C167 not long ago, they were unprepared and still managed to defeat three of my four trump cards to the point of no return.

Given C167's combat capabilities, he could not possibly defeat any one of the Thirteen Council members individually.

Who do I think I am?

Go and fight this guy who has four more heads than Hydra?

Seeing that Morty was determined to leave without a care in the world, Tony, with his strong sense of pride, felt his pride piercing his heart.

When has Tony Stark ever asked someone for help?

I, who have always been arrogant, have already lowered my stance to the lowest level in the past, and I still don't refuse!

But then the image flashed through his mind of the Battle of New York, of him rushing into the portal with a nuclear bomb, and what he saw: countless fleets and armies surging towards New York City like a tidal wave...

Ultimately, his protective instincts prevailed over his pride. Tony tried to lower his stance as much as possible, speaking in an almost equal tone, "Do me a favor. You can't just leave this mess behind and ignore it..."

“Um…” Morty looked at Tony with a complicated expression.

Chapter 227 A Mess

Leaving behind a mess...

These words, spoken by Tony, represent the lowest possible stance he could muster to utter them.

It might not have much effect on anyone else, but it works perfectly on Morty, someone who came from Rick and Morty.

These words were like an arrow piercing Morty's heart, causing a gush of hot blood to spurt from the wound.

He couldn't remember how many worlds his grandfather had navigated, creating a series of extremely difficult messes that, if he fought desperately or went all out, could always be resolved.

In the beginning, he simply ignored this mess!

What a mess...

So the word "mess" is like a silent mockery of all Ricks.

Especially C137, even if you are extremely clever and have built a wall to protect yourself, it still cannot change the fact that you are unwilling to deal with the mess and have no sense of responsibility whatsoever!

Morty's expression shifted from complex to indifference at this extremely taboo word, which he didn't want to hear, before he finally laughed again.

Okay, let's solve this problem.

"Wh...what?" Tony stammered, thinking he had misheard. "Wait...didn't you just make it seem like you didn't want to take on this job and just wanted to run away?"

Your attitude changed so drastically in such a short time, are you perhaps a lunatic?

Seeing that Tony had silently distanced himself from him by several steps, Morty didn't take it to heart. He knew that he didn't really want to deal with the Thirteen Council.

Instead, he hoped he wouldn't be like all Mortys, and even less like all Ricks.

To accomplish this, you have to do something that these people would never do. Only by doing it yourself can you stand aside and laugh at these guys.

We are different!

Having reaffirmed his resolve to embark on a completely different path, Morty told Tony everything he had seen in the world of superheroes.

Upon hearing that the other company's boss, Ma Jie, was suspected to be a robot, and that he was mass-producing so-called villains in order to boost sales, they discovered that Ma Jie was involved in the production of such characters.

Tony angrily slammed his fist on the table.

The lowest of all the criminals and supervillains he had ever encountered and seen was someone who went to rob a bank, but in his nervousness and panic, his mask accidentally fell to the ground.

However, there are obvious differences between different levels of "low".

Some of these low-brow performances only make people laugh, thinking that there are actually people in this world who can play such stupid and clumsy thieves so naturally.

But some are low-quality...

It has already been described with words used to describe people. Even wild beasts have the grace of giving birth to children. What kind of cold-blooded butcher would make all self-proclaimed villains keep their distance from him?

It's okay to be bad! But you have to be bad to a certain degree! Bad to a certain level! Bad to the point that everyone is captivated by your ideals!

"No need for further words, I'm calling for reinforcements right now. This evil must be destroyed!"

While Tony was calling to call for backup, Morty also secretly asked Sammy if anything particularly wonderful had happened the night before.

Sangmei, who clearly disliked Morty's stubbornness and authoritarian style, turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.

You can leave whenever you want, or stay whenever you want if you change your mind.

One obsessive grandfather is enough for this family, but to have another one is unbearable.

Although Grandpa has left, he will come back sooner or later.

When you two become so obsessed and torment each other, will you also torment me and Mom along with them?

You two are the wholesalers of pain masks!

Seeing what Sang Mei was thinking, and knowing that his attitude had changed drastically, Morty apologized gently, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. I have no reason to defend myself. You can scold me however you want, but in this family... I can't live without you!"

Upon hearing this, Sangmei turned around in surprise.

I can't do without you...

Morty...you've never said anything like that before.

"What...what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing much, just a sudden feeling that came to mind. I might be slowly rebuilding my relationship with you all..."

Just as Morty was wondering what to say next, his phone vibrated. He looked down, took out his phone, and saw that it was Tzeentch, indicating that it was already over.

All the guys who committed murder last night have been dealt with.

Those who took advantage of the chaos have all had their hands and feet cut off, and will spend their next life in a hospital bed, waiting to be fed.

"I need to deactivate my disguise. I was immediately targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D. the moment I set off."

Upon seeing Tzeentch's last words, Morty forbade Tzeentch's release, then released her again from beside him.

Tzeentch, who was originally fifty kilometers away and had already fought his way to the other side of the city, immediately completed a teleportation at the speed of light.

This is a new tactic that Morty and Tzeentch came up with.