Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

To everyone's surprise, Morty's expression changed, and he stepped back, leaving behind the remark, "Looks like you're genuinely scared, and you really are just a working-class guy."

"This...this is a test?"

“Hmm!” Morty sat down and nodded. “That’s right. In this multiverse, I, Morty, never force anything. That’s common knowledge.”

Tzeentch: "You wasted so much time just to test whether someone is a working-class person? Can't you do something useful for once?"

Morty: "What's it to you?"

Chapter 258 Rick the Macho Man

After a boring little interlude.

Morty had Khorne and Nurgle bring the group back to the ground.

Having learned the exact location of the outpost from the idiot Rick and found the button for the flight platform, Morty pressed the button and heard a loud bang, as if a hard rock on the ground was opening.

He was just about to go up.

Tzeentch caught up with Rick and Diane, holding the photo of them together.

"Don't you find it a little strange? Look at the young Rick in this photo, his demeanor is completely different from the Rick we just met."

"Ok?"

Morty took the group photo that he had seen once before.

In the photo, Rick is wearing a suit, with a genuine smile on his face, looking radiant and full of energy and fighting spirit.

He looks like a warrior who always maintains an amazing fighting spirit towards life, the future, and difficulties.

And look at that idiot Rick now...

He's a complete loser like Rick.

"If this photo is his, what has he been through?"

Tzeentch's words piqued Morty's interest, and he had to admit what had happened to the man in the photo.

That's why it has become what it is today.

Returning from underground to the ground covered in black rocks, the sea was still nowhere in sight, but the black mountains could be seen constantly moving up and down.

"Hey Rick, is this your photo?"

Morty glanced at the fully open helipad rising from the ground in the distance, and the sky-blue jet transport plane, then turned to ask the idiot Rick.

I saw a photo in someone's hand.

A flicker of longing crossed Rick's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Well, it's me"

Such a brief and uninformative answer was not the one Morty wanted; he wanted to hear what had happened.

But at this moment, the idiot Rick became incredibly uncooperative.

No matter what Morty said, or even threatened to kill him, he didn't intend to utter a single word.

"You should be busy with what you really need to be busy with, instead of worrying about some old man's past."

"But I really want to know, what kind of experiences transformed you from the man in the photos who had a wonderful life and was full of hope for the future, into this... humiliated figure now?"

"Get out!!!" The idiot Rick was like a dragon whose scales had been touched. The weak and harmless little rabbit had become a vicious tiger that would devour anyone it wanted.

His face turned red with anger, veins bulged on his neck, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, causing Morty and the others to take several steps back.

No one can deny the power of Rick.

Even if he's a... idiot Rick!

“He’s a bit scary… his aura is so overwhelming… this is definitely not your average Rick…” Tzeentch whispered, hiding behind Morty.

With a serious expression, Morty began to realize that this seemingly foolish Rick was not so simple after all.

That burst of rage, lasting only a second or two, made him see, in that instant, a god sitting in a temple, issuing a final warning to mortals who dared to defy him.

Don't test my limits!

Having understood what he meant, Morty quickly bowed his head and apologized, saying that he was really just curious and hadn't expected it to make him so angry.

"Go ahead and bully me... I'm a loser anyway... there's no need to be afraid..."

Rick lowered his head. His silly hairstyle, after his outburst, no longer seemed so ridiculous; in fact, it felt like a mockery of himself.

Is a person's strength determined by their hairstyle?

Wouldn't that mean people with mohawks could dismantle tanks with their bare hands, withstand intercontinental ballistic missiles, and easily run at a speed of one kilometer per second?

Seeing that the idiot Rick has returned to his old self.

Morty already considered him an extremely dangerous guy.

"Hey... Little Tzeentch, would you be interested in taking on a really fun job?"

The moment the words left someone's mouth, Tzeentch already knew what that guy was up to.

This guy is so dangerous, take him to the base.

What if he suddenly explodes, or what if there's some old grudge, love, hate, or sad memory between him and his grandfather?

If a fight breaks out, it will be difficult to resolve.

So this person... should stay here!

Once things are settled at the base, we'll figure out how to deal with this idiot... Rick the Mighty! Yes! He deserves the name Rick the Mighty now!

Tzeentch did not object to Morty's desire for her to stay, as she could live indefinitely unless Morty died.

So, I'll take on this trouble.

He waved goodbye to Morty and the others as they left.

Tzeentch glanced at Rick, the muscular man sitting motionless on the ground, and knowing that he was in a bad mood, she wasn't crazy enough to provoke such a guy.

I just sat not far away, looking up at the sky.

Compared to the period when she first appeared in this world, Tzeentch has become less inclined to use her brain most of the time, finding that kind of life too tiring.

It's better to just lie on a rock, look at the sky, watch the white clouds drift by, feel the gentle breeze, close your eyes, and a comfortable day will pass by just like that.

"Sigh, all that's missing is the sun... It's perfect weather for an afternoon nap..."

Before the wind and waves swept away the clouds, the sky was already raining, and even after the clouds left, the sun was barely visible.

This left Tzeentch somewhat disappointed.

But thinking about it, this overcast day doesn't seem so bad; it's better than a rainy day when everything is flooded.

After lying down for a few minutes, wanting to close her eyes and rest for a while, Tzeentch heard a noise coming from Rick's direction and immediately widened her eyes and turned her head to look.

Rick, the muscular man, is currently heading towards the basement.

"Let me get you some water and a parasol. Don't worry, I'm just an employee; those things have nothing to do with me."

"it is good!"

Tzeentch recognized Rick as a tough guy and realized he really didn't want to run, so he let him roam freely. After all... given Rick's fierce demeanor earlier, if he really intended to do something, Tzeentch couldn't stop him anyway...

So whatever!

A few minutes later, Rick, the muscular man, came up carrying a parasol, a metal tray with drinks and raw materials in his left hand, and a chair.

After setting up the parasol and propping up a chair for himself, Rick, the tough guy, picked up a dagger and began working on the metal tray.

First, cut the bright orange lemon in half. Then, pour an appropriate amount of soda into a round glass, add a little bit of the pre-mixed cream liqueur, and finally stick the lemon into the rim of the glass.

And so, the drink Rick personally mixed came to an end.

If calculated based on average value.

This drink should sell for at least 100 million, because any high-tech product created by Rick's hands is worth at least tens of billions.

"Thanks~ It's pretty good. Could you make me a hamburger too?" After taking a sip of the drink, Tzeentch, amazed by its quality, made an even bolder request.

Upon hearing this, Rick, the tough guy, got up without hesitation and headed towards the basement.

Chapter 259 In order to start over

After half an hour.

The freshly made burger was served directly to the table by the muscular Rick.

He prepared flavorful meat patties on the spot, and also put a wooden table, a checkered tablecloth, and flowers in a vase on the table.

Seeing the amazed look on Tzeentch's face, a satisfied smile appeared on his own.

"Your cooking skills are pretty good. According to Morty, wouldn't you be Rick, the god-level chef?"

After taking a few bites of the hamburger, just like when she drank water or beverages, Tzeentch was drawn in and asked questions with a curious expression.

"Not really, I'm just more family-oriented..."

"Hmm, I can see that. Your cooking skills must have taken at least ten years to develop."

While praising the other person, Tzeentch quickly finished the hamburger and then ordered seven or eight more. Basically, whatever she ate was eliminated by her willpower; there was no such thing as a digestive system.

So all she wanted was the feeling of eating.

It's like proving that you are a living person.

"It's alright, it was always like that before..."

Back at the workbench, Rick, the muscular man, reached out and grabbed the prepared filling, flattened it into a patty, and tossed it onto the hot iron plate covered in a layer of oil.

Pick up the bread covered with white sesame seeds, cut it in half, and throw it on the hot plate to heat it up.

Watching the meat patties sizzle in the hot oil.

Rick, the muscular man, suddenly looked up at Tzeentch, a pink-haired man with a round face and a cunning glint in his eyes. He chuckled, "You seem pretty smart. Compared to that guy, you know how to go around in circles, but that trick won't work on me."

Tzeentch made no attempt to hide the man's suspicions about him.

Since the other party has guessed that you're beating around the bush, just openly admit that you're just curious, because you don't seem like a real idiot Rick.