Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

They were all elderly people.

Watching the octopus-like drummer on stage, pounding the drums at double the tempo, his eight octopus tentacles leaving afterimages, the saxophone, bass, and other instruments paused their performances to accompany the old octopus's solo.

Grandpa's mind wasn't on this at all.

With his right hand resting on the round table, he said to the old eucalyptus tree man on the other side of the table, "Thank you for your hospitality these past few days. I should go back now, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble my troublemaking grandson has gotten into."

The Old Eucalyptus Tree Man is a tree-man shaped like a eucalyptus tree. Although his body is no different from a eucalyptus tree except for his hands and feet, his intelligence is not low.

So when he saw his grandfather get up and try to leave, he stretched out an arm that looked more like a tree branch than an arm.

With a speed beyond her years, she instantly hooked her arm around her grandfather's. The old eucalyptus tree man asked with considerable concern, "Are you sure you're in the right state to go back to that big stage?"

"When you arrived here two weeks ago, you were completely out of control."

Grandpa took a deep breath and said calmly, "This blow is nothing compared to the last one; it's still a little less significant."

"Besides, if I'm not by Morty's side, he'll cause a huge mess sooner or later, so I can't leave him for too long."

Chapter 275PVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"This is quite a large-scale event..."

"This world of anthropomorphized characters is just too ridiculous..."

While Luffy and his crew were heading to the underwater prison, Morty, who had parted ways with the others, used his spirit form to attach himself to a naval ship and arrived at the Marine Headquarters in Marineford.

One hundred thousand elite troops have gathered here in preparation for the public execution of Fire Fist Ace.

However, there was still some time before the execution, so Marineford's terrain looked like a crescent-shaped port, and there weren't too many people there yet.

There's just one problem...

There are no men here!

It's all girls!!!

It's all girls!!!

Looking at the elite soldiers with slender arms, skin that was either white, black, or yellow, and who carried various perfumes, yet were armed with all sorts of heavy weapons.

Morty increasingly felt that what he was seeing was... utterly outrageous...

A completely female-centric version of the One Piece world?

Is the Rick here a female Rick?

The thought of this possibility sent a shiver down Morty's spine. He had never encountered a female Rick before, and logically, since there were infinite universes, there must be infinite Ricks.

So why is it impossible for even a female version of Rick to exist?

Regarding gender issues, the mere existence of a male version of Rick is enough for Morty to ponder deeply.

But... what if the general here, Rick, is a woman Rick? Should I still... fight?! We absolutely have to fight! How could we miss this opportunity to gain combat experience over something like this?

It's uncertain whether there are any Devil Fruit users here who have been detected as having a soul form.

Morty didn't recklessly go to headquarters to risk his life.

Instead, they waited for the execution time to arrive.

As time ticked by, the once peaceful and tranquil Marineford began to tense up.

A large number of soldiers were assembled in formation, and the elite ships that were responsible for fighting pirates also arrived as scheduled, from the famous vice admirals to the newcomers who were just beginning to show their talents on the Grand Line.

These people, who have risen to prominence across the ocean, have gathered here.

He was waiting for just one person... and that was Whitebeard!!!

Bored to the point of exhaustion, Morty had even gone into the dream world three times to discuss the next tactical strategy with Tzeentch.

From the very beginning, let's go all out. If we can win, we will fight. If we can't, we'll run away to get raw materials, make the parts, extract the energy fluid, and then run away.

Then come the Four Evil Gods' Quick Kill Formation.

Khorne draws attention, while Nurgle and Slaanesh, one responsible for applying debuffs and the other for reaping kills, are commanded by Tzeentch.

Finally, Tzeentch, who was fed up with the situation, directly upgraded the argument to "Why don't we just take on everyone one by one!"

Didn't you want to gain some advanced combat experience?

Then I'll take over Whitebeard's business, get straight to the point, and single-handedly defeat everyone gathered in Marineford!

This somewhat reckless yet incredibly tempting proposal made Morty think it had great potential!

However, this meant that he would be facing four generals, hundreds of officers and soldiers, 100,000 elite troops, and powerful figures like Sengoku all by himself.

So Morty is hesitating.

Hesitant about whether or not to do such a groundbreaking thing.

In the end, Morty gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. After all, he had the Black Pyramid in his hands, so if things went wrong, he could just restart.

Furthermore, if you want to overcome your fear of Rick, wouldn't you have to start by targeting Rick and break through your long-standing fear of him?

Otherwise, I'll still be the same as before, cowering at the sight of Rick.

So when Morty wanted to appear, to cosplay as Hawkeye from One Piece, and have that epic PvEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE battle where he came from afar alone on a ship and single-handedly took down Marineford...

Whitebeard just showed up...

A 6.66-meter-tall woman with a white beard, wearing an oversized white uniform with the buttons undone, revealing her eight-pack abs, stood like an iron tower atop the giant ship's bow, wielding an extra-long guandao (a type of halberd).

He was accompanied by dozens of pirate ships of various sizes.

For Morty, who was used to the interstellar era, where millions of warships would be in the galaxy at the drop of a hat, using giant cannons, missiles, or even directly ramming ships, this was a different story.

To be honest, the scene before me isn't that big...

It's like someone who's used to watching the clashes of steel torrents on the Eastern Front, with hundreds of thousands of troops spread out across battlefields stretching for tens of kilometers.

It feels like a gangster boss leading dozens of his men in vans to fight another gangster boss.

Can't we have something truly grand?

How many people can dozens of boats carry?

Since you're planning to come to someone else's territory and directly confront Marineford, you, one of the Four Emperors under Whitebeard, don't have at least a hundred thousand subordinates. Do you even dare to call yourself an emperor?

Take those places you're protecting, for example. You could easily send some cannon fodder to any island, and you couldn't even muster a thousand or five hundred strong men on one island.

These men, along with their numerous captains and first mates, could easily take on Marineford's 100,000 soldiers head-on.

Anyway, there are plenty of absurd things in your One Piece world.

Who knows, some cannon fodder or henchman might suddenly appear in the middle of the fight, revealing a strength no less than that of the Four Generals. In that case, you'll be the one who gains the most!

Moty, feeling that this was one of the top battles in One Piece was still a bit small, stood up completely from the back of Marineford Port.

Looking to the right, on the execution platform that had already been set up, a wild little girl with black hair, wearing a hat, was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Clearly, someone was doing this for their father? Their mother had risked everything, bringing the entire pirate crew and countless others to rescue her, while they pursed their lips and wept.

Morty, uninterested in Ace, continued to look behind him.

Upon closer inspection...

The four generals did not sit side by side on four chairs.

Instead, the first three generals sat in the first row, with General Rick Sanchez behind and above them, sitting alone in a chair in a separate row.

His explosive hairstyle, his lifeless and indifferent eyes, and his unkempt appearance despite wearing a naval uniform all indicate that he is an extremely close copy of C137.

Even though Morty was hundreds of meters away from him, the lingering traces of alcohol on his lips seemed to be able to be smelled from the air.

[Damn! According to Rick's similarity principle, the more it resembles C137, the more powerful it is!]

[When Rick, the tough guy with the goofy hairstyle, gets angry, his murderous aura really startles me. Grandpa and C167 could easily beat me either.]

[Now there's a Rick that's almost identical to the C137...]

Should I just run away...?

Chapter 276 He just came back like that?

Sometimes, there are things you can't avoid just because you want to.

You might just go out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and within a 200-meter walk to the convenience store, you could see ten women or men you've slept with.

Or, after a fight where both parties are seriously injured, the ambulance taking you to the hospital is filled with close relatives of the person you just fought with, from the driver to the doctor...

For example, simply leaning back allows one to successfully open up an outpost of the Shadow Group.

Well, lastly, Morty deeply understands this kind of irony from fate, but he never expected that the goddess of fortune would truly continue to favor him...

"Motty, did you miss me?"

Just as he was thinking that Rick looked like someone to mess with and he should try to make a quick getaway, that bastard, Grandpa! Right before everyone's eyes! He opened a shiny green portal! and appeared right in front of him!!!

And it even greeted me with such a carefree smile!

What the hell!

What the hell!

What the hell!

Is this the perfect occasion for you to excitedly jump out and ask, "Have I missed you?"

All I want right now is for you to die!!!

Die, you old geezer!

Seeing that everyone in Marineford, whether standing on the shore or on the boat, regardless of friend or foe, all turned to look at their side because of Grandpa's hearty voice.

Having experienced what social embarrassment is, Morty wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and seal the opening with concrete!

This...this is...

That old scoundrel ran away without a word for over two weeks, and now he's back all smiles. What's he trying to do?!

If you're coming back, at least consider the occasion!

"What, are you unhappy to see me?"