Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty: "Do you know how many people are watching us right now...? Why...why are you still smiling so happily..."

Motty's reminder seemed to make Grandpa notice that there were many people around them watching them, but... why were they all girls?

A world of girls?

Having taken in everyone's genders, Grandpa gave a thumbs-up and said in a strangely pleased tone, "Not bad, not bad, you've grown up. You know how to go out and have some fun now, you're doing quite well."

"Fuck! Is this the time to praise this kind of thing??? Can't you see what the occasion is like???" Morty, who found the old man increasingly strange, took a few steps back, afraid that the other man's idiocy would infect him.

'Turn off friendly mode...'

As a neutral, mechanical voice rang out from Grandpa's clothes, the lines on Grandpa's face, which had been all smiles, gradually softened until only a few sharp angles remained.

"Damn it, I specially developed a friendly mode for you, and you don't appreciate it at all!"

Grandpa, now back to normal, used his usual unhurried tone to criticize a certain little guy, saying he was really ungrateful, considering he had specially created a friendly social module for this reunion.

Every word he uttered was pure praise!

Praise from every angle!

Praise it with all your might!

"Is this the time to talk about this?!"

"Look who's sitting up there!!!"

Following the direction Morty was pointing, Grandpa saw General Rick, who was holding a bottle of liquor, chugging it down his throat, and coldly looking down at him with eyes that seemed to care about nothing.

That condescending feeling immediately made Grandpa unhappy.

We're all Rick. If you're the typical "don't care about anything" type, I'll praise you for being cool and Rick-like. Keep it up!

But the way you look down on ordinary mortals from your high and mighty position is a bit much!

You're not C137, what right do you have to look down on other Ricks?

He won everyone over with his fists, making them kneel before him and beg for mercy, which is how he became the most Ricky Rick in all of Ricks.

You stinking bastard...

Whom do you look down on?

I've been itching to beat someone up to vent my anger, and since you look so arrogant, let's have a fight!

"Motty, you seem to have some other ideas about this guy. Interested in pulling off something?"

Morty was stunned when he heard what his grandfather said. He had just been wondering how his grandfather's mental state had recovered.

Who would have thought that things would change so much in just over two weeks?

Just ask yourself if you're interested in giving it a try!

Listen to that! Listen to that! Listen to what he's saying! Who but a warmonger would say something like that?

After a two-week journey of self-healing for the heartbroken old man, Grandpa has become completely belligerent!

sure!

Then I don't need to worry about whether your mindset will affect what happens later.

The inexplicable blazing fire in their eyes made General Rick frown. He couldn't quite understand what kind of nonsense these two idiots were.

With just one look from me, you two acted like you were on drugs, ready to fight me.

Aren't you two bored?

Clearly not wanting to clash head-on with another Rick, Rick said, "Hey you two, are you out of your minds?"

Do I look like I have nothing better to do?

"If you two want to fight, go find someone else. Don't bother me."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you both."

Grandpa gave a soft chuckle, and in an extremely unscientific way, he pulled out a shoulder-mounted antimatter annihilation cannon from under his clothes—a cannon that could absolutely not be hidden under clothes—and aimed it at General Rick.

A jet of energy, like oil gushing from an oil pipe, struck General Rick from the fist-sized muzzle in just 0.2 seconds.

However, the hit of this attack did not seem to have any effect.

An energy shield rose up in front of General Rick, annihilating all the antimatter energy as easily as cutting butter, without even touching a single strand of his clothing.

"Damn! This guy knows how to counter antimatter attacks!"

As someone who has already mastered the use of antimatter in combat, Grandpa's mouth immediately formed a W shape. Of course, he knew that antimatter was already considered a mid-to-high level elemental attack in the universe.

The fact that the opponent didn't even bother to move before daring to use a direct energy shield to block shows that their defensive skills are no less than ours, and may even be stronger.

When designing the energy shield, the other side had already taken into account the possibility of encountering people who use antimatter!

But... he just wants to fight today!

No other reason!

If you don't like someone, why would you need a reason to beat them up?

If everything needs a reason, then what's the point of this world?

Chapter 277 Then you can leave.

When the two Ricks are ready to fight, everyone else is destined to become a supporting character.

However, some people cannot accept that their status as the protagonist of this event has been taken away by others, or even reduced to a background character.

For example, a six-meter-tall female giant wielding a large guandao (a type of Chinese halberd) was stunned for a few seconds after seeing two Ricks who looked almost identical.

After regaining his senses, he wondered if the two people were twins.

However, after seeing the two start fighting, she decided to ignore whether they were acting or if there was some real conflict between them.

In short, Ace's life is in his own hands!

Then Whitebeard waved his hand and roared, "Everyone!! Follow me to save Ace!!!"

The pirates, who were initially a bit dazed, finally remembered their purpose in coming here after hearing Whitebeard's words. A group of female soldiers roared and rushed towards the port area.

Those naval officers and soldiers who originally wanted to just watch the show, upon seeing that these pirates were trying to steal from them while they were watching, began to order their guns to fire, their weapons began to fire bullets, and they prepared for close combat.

Meanwhile, in a safe area some distance away, reporters gathered here were broadcasting the events unfolding in real time to the outside world through various means.

The situation suddenly became chaotic.

The battle between the pirates and the navy did not affect Grandpa and Morty's side.

"Morty's a bit tricky. This guy's energy shield even has antimatter capabilities, which means he's quite skilled in combat."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're having second thoughts?"

"I just wanted to punch someone and vent my anger. I never intended to have a real fight to the death. When did I give you the impression of mindless fighting?"

"Shall we make a runaway?"

Morty and Grandpa, who reached a consensus to run away in the blink of an eye, were like a young girl who had provoked a strong man's temper, wanting to take off running.

But is General Rick the kind of person who would just laugh it off if you provoked him?

You hit someone first.

If I just sit here and watch you two run away, where am I supposed to put my face?

"You two, you don't actually think you can get away with this, do you?"

"of course can!"

Grandpa responded to the other party's doubts with a teleportation portal.

"Then you can leave," General Rick said with a sinister smile.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa narrowed his eyes, thinking that either the other party was playing psychological warfare with him, or that the spatial teleportation in this place was the kind that was easy to enter but difficult to leave.

Just like the spatial traps that his own mirror city specifically set up for intruders like Rick.

You're in, and now you want to get out?

You're dreaming!

No, I wouldn't even dare to think of that in my dreams!

Just as Grandpa was thinking about finding a scapegoat to go and test the waters for him, to see what problems lay behind the portal.

Rick, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly lost his imposing manner. He looked like a little old man next door who liked to drink. He grinned and said, "Just kidding, just kidding. That was just a misunderstanding. How could I have such feelings for you?"

"Let's go, let's go, let's all part ways amicably."

Seeing that General Rick had suddenly recovered, Grandpa grinned, though the smile was a little stiff...

"Of course, if Rick doesn't fight Rick, everyone's still good Rick... my foot!!"

Grandpa, who never even considered, or thought, that the other side would let him go, slung the anti-annihilation cannon over his shoulder, aimed at General Rick, and fired another shot.

Then, letting go, he pulled out the energy blade, grabbed the hilt, and stabbed it behind him.

Behind the empty back, about fifty centimeters forward from where the blade had pierced, stood Morty, who had deactivated his stealth. His major epaulets and white justice coat identified him.

Major Morty!

Holding a long sword, he fearlessly used it to deflect the energy blade thrusting at him. Then, he slightly loosened his grip on the hilt and, almost as if creating something out of thin air, drew another long sword of similar weight from it, and swung it at Morty.

Having already condensed the Azure Dragon Blade, Morty stood firm, twisted his waist and back, and delivered a full-force horizontal slash, striking Major Morty's blade.

boom! ! !

Whether in terms of size, weight, or the strength of the two sides, they should be worlds apart.

But what Morty didn't expect was...

The other side blocked it!

He not only blocked their attacks, but he also blocked both his own and his grandfather's attacks!

Although close combat isn't exactly their forte, this is Morty! A Morty!!!

His combat power shouldn't be this high!

What makes him think he can stop it?!