Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I'll borrow this Jerry for a bit, I'll return it to you later."

Rick, who was already tense, withdrew his hand from the gun when he heard that he needed to borrow Jerry's gun, and spread his hands in a gesture of respect.

You can borrow it for as long as you want.

It's best not to return it.

C167 Jerry: "..."

Completely bewildered, C167 Jerry was grabbed by C137 like a chick and passed through a portal to his own garage.

"WTF...why is there a me, a Beth, and a Sammy here...?"

"blablabla, I didn't ask you to come here and talk, alright! Now shut up, or you'll be waiting to pass out!"

C137 took out another helmet and told C167 Jerry to sit down in the chair and not move.

He then had the AI ​​activate the location and connectivity service again.

And this time...

Something happened that caused his blood pressure to spike.

Soul stats do not match!

Fuck! Soul stats don't match!

What the hell is this thing?!

There's something wrong with the soul stats!

Could it be that the Morty in question only has the physical characteristics of C167 Morty, but his soul is a completely different Morty? Or is it something else entirely?

Jesus!

C137 was getting a little crazy. All he wanted to do was rush into that cosmic wall, shove a chain-reaction nuclear bomb into his grandfather's mouth, and yell at him.

Are you fucking annoying?!

After so many layers of nested dolls, the truth should have been revealed, but it was like opening a blind box—there was no guarantee! It was like opening a pile of crap!

For a moment, C137 just wanted to take some blood pressure medication to calm himself down, or maybe he should just shoot himself in the head!

This kind of reckless behavior is annoying enough!

When you try to pinpoint a specific person and communicate with them, you end up facing a mille-feuille of joy.

Jerry isn't the original, Grandpa isn't the original, and Morty's soul isn't even the original.

fuck!!

Having made up his mind to teach Grandpa a lesson after this was over, C137 frowned and thought for a while before deciding to adjust his rescue strategy in order to rescue C137 Morty.

Since we can lock onto Morty's location and try to communicate with him, we can launch a coordinated attack from the inside out, because Morty's soul isn't even the original one, and he's completely bankrupt.

If working from the inside and outside doesn't work, then we'll build a drilling rig that's powerful and large enough.

Make a hole in the wall of the universe!

To be honest, I'm a little ashamed to admit that my skills in this area are not as good as Birdman's, and I need his help.

And for things that I can't help with, I need help from others.

Ultimately, the atmosphere was built up to feel like a masterclass in group poses from the Avengers, which is exactly the kind of feeling C137 hates the most.

Having grown accustomed to being alone, he had no interest in seeking help from others.

But C137 Morty is in that universe.

C137 knows that whether he likes it or not is not important.

The crucial thing was that he needed the help of a drilling expert! Luckily, a crack opened up in the cosmic wall!

"Fuck... Hiss! This is really fucking weird... I'll see how many portals I'll have to open and how many people I'll have to find to help me solve this!"

Chapter 303 Everyone else can leave.

"Ugh! This is a tough problem!"

"Yes! It's not easy at all to carve a 'crack' in the wall of the universe large enough for a person to enter."

"That's right! This is a tough problem!"

A dozen or so strange alien races filled C137's garage. These guys, who were given a second glance by C137, were all experts and masters in their respective fields.

Even so, when faced with the task of creating a hole in the wall of the universe, everyone seemed somewhat helpless.

To be honest, among us, C137 Rick has the strongest overall strength.

This is an undeniable point, and no one can refute it.

Even someone as capable as you doesn't know how to solve the problem at hand, requiring the whole group of us to come up with a solution. Could you perhaps... be a little nicer...?

“Jesus! I didn’t call you here to complain about how difficult this is! I called you to think of a way to make a hole in that dark and damn sturdy wall!”

“Sanchez!” The birdman, with a deep, magnetic voice, patted C137 on the shoulder. “We all understand how you feel right now, but just as you called us here for, this difficult task will take time.”

"Besides..."

"Besides, my foot! I haven't had a drink for three hours! Three hours! Don't you know what that means to me?!"

Upon hearing that C137 hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for three hours, Birdman was shocked. His perpetually expressionless face finally showed a slight change at that moment.

Everyone present, as his comrades, associates, and cronies, knew very well just how much of an alcoholic C137 was.

This thing is practically the best spokesperson for human liver function!

So when he says he hasn't drunk alcohol for three hours, it means that he has now sobered up from the nerve-numbing state caused by alcohol.

As the effects of alcohol wear off, the nervous system and cognitive abilities that have been troubled by alcohol will begin to function properly.

These people came to help rather than to provide assistance.

Rather, it's more like I'm here to share my unique opinions, to provide C137 with references, summaries, and generalizations, and ultimately to come up with a final solution.

Thinking of this, the birdman clapped and shouted to quiet the noisy crowd. Then he pulled a blackboard out of the wall.

This is true for his long-standing relationship with C137.

He knew exactly what was in garage C137 and where it was located.

"Alright everyone, instead of just talking nonsense, why don't we write down all our thoughts and then put them together into a collective opinion? How about that?"

With the birdman taking the initiative to step forward and take charge of the situation.

The people in the garage finally found some sense of direction.

Everyone chimed in, summarizing almost every possible idea on the blackboard, until C137, who had finally shaken off the effects of alcohol, was finally free of the effects.

He walked to the blackboard, scanned it with his sharp eyes, took out an ordinary eraser, and removed one suggestion after another, leaving only one suggestion made by a woman in a long robe and a birdman.

"Great, these are exactly the plans I wanted!"

"The rest of you can leave."

This "use and throw away" attitude didn't disgust anyone. Everyone was familiar with C137 and knew what kind of person he was.

If he suddenly starts being overly polite to you one day...

Then you can probably buy yourself a burial plot in advance...

So once the portal opened, everyone dispersed, leaving only the birdman, the woman, and Beth, Sammy, Jerry, C167 Jerry, C137 Jerry, and others who had been watching the show from the sidelines...

"Fuck, how long have you been watching from there?"

Upon noticing someone who shouldn't be there, C137 felt the veins on his forehead grow even thicker.

He felt that as he spent more and more time with his grandfather and Morty, the atmosphere around him was also changing.

C137 didn't know exactly how to describe it, but he knew that this feeling was getting increasingly eerie!

"Uh, just for a moment... but why are there two of me here?" C137 Jerry, who had most likely walked in through the garage door, hesitated before replying, his eyes fixed on the other two Jerrys.

"That's none of your business. Get out of here now, I have important things to do!"

"AI is cleaning up people!"

C137, who had no intention of giving the other party a chance to speak, decisively ordered the AI ​​to kick them out.

I'm busy rescuing C137 Morty, so don't you dare jump out and mess things up!

After getting rid of C137 Jerry, his blood pressure spiked again, and this time, a scene truly about to break through his blood pressure limit unfolded before his eyes...

Jerry, who had somehow woken up, got up and ran towards the living room, bumping into the three-tiered shelf filled with all sorts of strange and wonderful inventions.

boom!

"Run!!!"

C137, who clearly remembered exactly how many dangerous items were inside, changed his expression drastically. He erected an energy shield in front of him and told everyone to escape quickly.

Just then, the time-reversal energy, whose reach was expanding further and further, arrived in the C137 universe, and the energy storm caused by the continuous absorption of negative personality traits also arrived here.

Two powerful energies that are difficult to detect with the naked eye and can only be detected with specialized instruments.

We met by sheer coincidence at the garage of C137.

At the moment of the collision, several flammable and explosive objects fell out of the shelf that Jerry hit.

Clang... Clang~

Black canister, sky-blue pistol, white-gray tubing.

Wait... that white-gray conduit... I shouldn't have created that... I've never made anything like it... but it gives me the feeling of being extremely dangerous... Have I been tricked by someone?

A series of miscellaneous things fell to the ground, unstable compounds undergoing violent changes, like tiny sparks thrown into an oil tank; just a little more heat would be enough to ignite a massive explosion.

boom!!!

In the extremely short distance, those who had time to run, and those who didn't, could only watch helplessly as these things landed on the ground, bounced a couple of times, and then sparks began to fly towards the ceiling and the surrounding area.

And the next second.

The first time to arrive at the battlefield was reversed, slowly pushing the flames back in.

The storm, which was trying to remove its negative influence, was devoid of independent consciousness. Sensing a powerful energy in front of it, it maintained its speed and crashed straight into it.