Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

I want a fried egg.

"I'll take anything."

The three people had three different requests, but only Morty's request caught Diane's special attention.

It's not because he talks too much.

But Morty's taste is really not...Ami!

Why does this child have such unusual tastes?

He doesn't even like fried eggs... that just goes to show he's not Sanchez's son!

Unaware that he was about to be expelled from the Sanchez bloodline by his grandmother, Morty felt a little smug when he noticed that Diane's gaze lingered on him for a while longer.

Handsome men always attract attention wherever they go.

Ahem! So why are you looking at me so much? I know hot dry noodles might be a bit much, like insisting on eating Lanzhou noodles in a Western restaurant.

But the way you hesitated to speak was a bit much!

Why can't you just say what you mean?

I often get scolded by my maternal grandfather, but I trust my maternal grandmother to scold me gently, right?

I watched Diane go into the kitchen.

Morty, who had been lost in thought, leaned close to his grandfather and whispered, "Grandpa, this family dinner you've been reminiscing about for over forty years is about to happen. So, what are you planning to do next after it's over?"

"How should I know? All I want right now is dinner," Grandpa glared at the culprit trying to ruin the warm atmosphere of the family dinner.

Damn it! You didn't speak when it was your turn to speak.

She had to keep yelling next to me at this crucial moment.

Aren't you asking for a beating?

"Hey, Grandpa, don't get excited. What we're saying is that the atmosphere we've always been in has been as dark as Gotham City. Suddenly, the filter changes from dark Gotham to a heartwarming family sitcom. Don't you find it a little hard to adjust?"

"..."

Grandpa, not wanting to dwell on the matter, silently pulled out the teleportation gun, slammed it heavily on the table, and said, word by word, "Since you're so restless, how about this: while we're eating, why don't you go wander around somewhere? Anyway, if you ruin the atmosphere, don't blame me for throwing you into a black hole!"

Morty: "..."

Well! This old man, who is usually full of scheming and has a black and dirty heart, is now really reckless. Even if the sky falls down, he will still eat this meal.

After witnessing another side of his grandfather's stubbornness, Morty stopped trying to persuade him.

Okay, okay, so I'm the only one who's worried about what's going on in this universe right now!

When Morty decided to travel around the universe, he didn't forget to glance at Tzeentch.

The girl simply shrugged, indicating that she should do it herself. She wasn't particularly interested in the outside world right now, but being able to eat Grandma Diane's cooking was something she could brag about to all Ricks.

Look! You old geezers, the woman you've been longing for all these years has cooked me a meal!

Niubi not?

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Tzeentch wasn't interested, and C137 Morty was even less so. His attention was now entirely focused on this grandmother he had never met, nor had he ever heard C137 mention her often, except for the occasional mention by C137 Beth.

To be honest, I feel a little ashamed.

C137 Morty felt that he had never really understood the woman who had changed his family's life, or even bothered to ask her what kind of person she was.

But her death did create a completely different Rick.

To put it bluntly...

To prevent Rick from turning into a Rick, Diane's death must be stopped.

Because for every Diane who dies, a Rick is forced to become Rick.

She was like the key that opened Pandora's box.

Only by protecting her from death can Rick be prevented from going down that path of no return.

"Ugh..."

Chapter 299 Guardian of the Universe

"I knew it! This couldn't be resolved so easily; it really caused a huge mess..."

"This cosmic wall doesn't look very healthy; it's definitely got heatstroke. I wonder if taking a bite would strengthen my willpower..."

"Damn it... Grandpa's only thinking about eating! I'm the only one worrying about the universe!"

After discovering that the teleportation gun could not take him out of this universe, Morty decisively came to the edge of the P850 universe and saw a dazzling yet terrifying scene he had never seen before in his life.

In fact, the edge of the universe, like all the starry sky without light, is a black, solid wall that is not easily passed through.

However, the surface of the P850 universe is now covered with white and red gas cloud-like objects.

Let's take a closer look.

The bodies of alien races and humanoid life forms floated up and down in the clouds of gas, like tiny particles in water.

On the top of their slowly aging bodies, deep purple flowers replaced their hair, took over their heads, and kept blooming and withering.

The flowers that were falling and withering lost all their moisture as they continued to fall, turning into a clump of small black particles curled up together.

Trillions upon trillions of tiny particles, like a torrential downpour, poured onto a giant statue nearly a million light-years tall.

His body, forged from pure gold, was melting like an ice sculpture placed beside a furnace, with large amounts of red liquid flowing from his eyes, making the statue gazing at the starry sky appear to be facing...

"That is... the guardian deity of this universe?"

Morty immediately recognized the god's identity.

As for why I have such knowledge in this area, I have to go back to people like Old Ke and the Fire of the Divine Kingdom.

According to my grandfather's oral account and historical records.

In the era when gods still held a dominant position, not every god enjoyed having nothing better to do than torment the living beings in their territory.

Many deities do their utmost to protect the weak mortals.

They are fighting against a truly cruel and merciless fate for ordinary people.

This is how the profession of cosmic guardian came into being.

This responsibility, which requires the strongest god in the universe to assume, also determines that, regardless of the purpose, the god who ascends to this position of guardian deity must be the strongest among all the gods.

Damn... I thought being able to see everything within a hundred kilometers was already pretty awesome... Old K's mental entity that expands to hundreds of kilometers is pretty awesome too...

[This...this size spanning millions of light-years...wouldn't one punch...destroy an entire galaxy?]

[He truly is the strongest god in the universe...]

Morty, who was shocked by the troll's ridiculously exaggerated size, clicked his tongue in amazement and stared at it with awe for a long time.

A question popped into his mind.

How did this guy get stuck inside the cosmic wall?

It can't be a bug, right...?

Wait...wait! Since his body is still there, that means he's never really died! Did he see something during that huge explosion, or was he trapped here?

With that in mind, Morty wondered how to get this guy out or communicate with him.

But... what should I do?

How about trying telepathic communication?

Morty glanced at the billions of gods within the cosmic wall, and immediately nipped the thought in his eye. Even though he was a hastily created god, he knew that if he casually placed his thoughts into the cosmic wall, he might be doomed.

But as the troll statue grew smaller and smaller, Morty, eager to get some information, decided to take the risk. He didn't want to miss the answer to a mystery!

If we can find the real culprit and kill him, thus freeing Grandpa from this ordeal, everything can return to the state it was in six months ago.

So Morty carefully separated a wisp of his consciousness and sent it in first to test the waters and see if it would suffer any damage.

The mental clone, which was used as an experimental subject, did not show any abnormal reaction after infiltrating the cosmic wall, which reassured Morty.

If it goes in, it will explode immediately or something.

Then don't think about anything else, just turn around and go back to find Grandpa, figure out how to escape from this universe, and that's it.

Take a chance, but don't risk your life.

How much does it take to get the truth?

Morty was aware of the situation.

After shedding his physical form and transforming into a soul form, Morty began to penetrate the wall. Unlike the penetration of his mental clone, he entered the cosmic wall himself.

Morty immediately felt a force of resistance trying to push him out of there.

But... how should I put it...

The P850 universe, ravaged by the Big Bang and today's events, is now like a helpless woman with no power to fight back.

Imagine, as in the old days, no matter who comes, it won't make a difference.

It's highly unlikely.

So even though Morty's power is not even comparable to that of the real gods, he can still ignore this small obstacle and continue to go deeper.

We went forward for about a few minutes.

Upon successfully touching the statue, Morty immediately felt a force, like an electric current, surge from the statue into his own body.

"Holy crap! He's still alive!"

However, nothing like possession or possession of another body happened.

The other party, who was originally a guardian deity, began to play a video for Morty to see as soon as its power entered Morty's body.

Upon closer inspection...

Morty's heart was pounding...

because...