Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

You want something more exciting, right?

C137, already feeling a surge of competitive spirit, was like a child seeing a new toy, or like facing a fun little game to pass the time.

"Rick, putting all that aside, how about you have a fight with me?"

C137's words shocked the entire room.

Is this... a challenge?

Is C137 challenging Grandpa to a duel?

Morty, who was deep in thought about Jerry, looked up in utter shock. He had only been distracted for a moment, and C137 was about to fight Grandpa.

WTF? ! !

Why is the plot suddenly moving so fast?!

Big brother! Grandpa! C137, stop messing around! Grandpa just revealed that he's going to pass on his mantle to me. Even if you want to kill Grandpa, at least wait until I've finished learning!

I'm so fucking drunk!

"Interesting, you and me?" Grandpa smiled and agreed at the suggestion, but suddenly his face contorted into a ferocious expression. He braced himself on the table, crouched low, and stared intently into C137's eyes like a tiger ready to pounce. "But how big of a game are you planning to play?"

"Since we can resurrect them using Project Phoenix, why not..."

Before C137 could finish speaking, the two Beths, who already realized what was about to happen, coughed simultaneously in perfect unison and began scolding their respective fathers.

"Rick! Come on! He's Rick too!"

"Rick? Things have finally calmed down, can't you just behave yourself?"

The two old men, who had been affectionately greeted by their respective "dear" daughters, didn't really take the words to heart. However, killing the other once wouldn't be too difficult for either of them.

Grandpa has an antimatter annihilation cannon that can blast away a planet or a galaxy; the only issues are the caliber and the energy supply.

C137 wants to destroy a planet. By using a neutron bomb, it can bring the planet back to ancient times.

Besides, what Grandpa just showed was all about outsmarting others.

In that case...

"Then let's compare our overall intelligence and abilities."

What is your proposal?

"Trying to trap each other is too low-level. Let's have a comprehensive competition. We'll steal something together, with a time limit of twelve hours. No teleportation guns or any other cheating tools allowed!"

How can we determine if other tools are excessively used for cheating?

"Anything Jerry doesn't know how to use is considered a cheating tool!"

Jerry: "..."

C137 Jerry: "..."

Chapter 307 Digging Trap for Each Other

As it turns out, using Jerry as a benchmark was both a smart decision and a very foolish one.

The tools Jerry can use almost entirely exclude his grandfather's and C137's inventions...

After all, he's someone who can't even fix a toaster...

Or rather... he's the kind of person who, on the issue of Pluto, can argue with his own son for an entire episode before realizing his mistake—a complete idiot!

Therefore, using Jerry as the benchmark would significantly lower the scientific research level of both individuals, thus diminishing the technological advantage for the upcoming duel or overall ability contest, while actually elevating their intellectual battle...

"In that case, I'll need Morty's help!"

Morty: "???"

When his grandfather called on him, a whole row of question marks popped up on Morty's little head.

Hey! No! Your duel has absolutely nothing to do with me. I'm just a total noob compared to you two...

Besides, I have absolutely no desire to participate in your 'duel'.

Having just experienced such an exciting event in the P850 universe, I was even preparing to write my will. Can't I take a break now and catch my breath?

And right now, all I care about is when Grandpa will give me some serious guidance to help me take another step forward in terms of combat skills.

Behind your fighting and killing lies a complex web of human relationships and intrigue.

Feel sorry!

I'm too tired!

I'm quitting!

If Morty were to go on strike now, and do so right in front of C137, Grandpa would be unhappy. He could back down and then launch a counterattack anywhere.

But when it comes to that bastard C137, he's determined to go head-to-head with him.

For no other reason than that.

It's because of this jerk that the finite central curve was created!

In that truly endless universe, there are countless geniuses. The geniuses selected and victorious from each planet, galaxy, and interstellar empire are not necessarily inferior to your C137.

The Shadow Group has been trying to reverse time for years without success.

Perhaps, some geniuses outside could complete it in a year, a month, or even a day if they were really crazy.

As a result, I can't get out!

It's all because you, you idiot, insisted on having a bunch of Ricks around you, this lonely, empty, and cold old man, playing a game that seems to have no end.

mmp!

Did they ask us?

Do we really want to stay on this curve with you?

Depend on!

"Oh? You need help? What? You're worried you're not smart enough, so you need an external brain to help you figure out how to lose to me more gracefully?"

Seeing that Grandpa and Morty were having some kind of conflict, C137 wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and immediately belittled Grandpa as an idiot.

"You..." Grandpa glanced at C137, choosing to ignore him, but then a strategy of retreating to advance came to mind.

He pretended to continue trying to persuade Morty, but deliberately steered the conversation in the direction he wanted: "Tell me, what will it take for you to take action?"

Sensing something amiss, Morty, though aware that his grandfather might be planning something, genuinely intended to rest. So he persisted, "Seriously, isn't this a conflict between the two of you..."

Grandpa: "Have you forgotten that Rick and Morty are one?"

Morty: "How about we rest for a few days? We're exhausted from all this, while they've been conserving their energy..."

"That's right!" Grandpa suddenly interrupted Morty, patting him on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction. He turned to C137 and said, "I, Morty, am so smart. I knew to remind you that we've just experienced a major event that affected countless universes."

"To be honest, after accomplishing such a huge task, I really deserve a rest."

"Alright, let's agree to meet again in three days. As for what we're going to steal, let's decide on the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, the cosmic treasure from universe C111!"

After saying that, Grandpa took out the teleportation gun and herded all his people inside like ducks.

Just as he was about to pass through the portal, a large middle finger was pointed at C137.

"Ha, how damn childish!"

C137, who saw through his grandfather's tricks perfectly, didn't open the portal to chase after him. Instead, he acted like a little kid, thinking, "If you look down on me, I'll definitely look down on you back."

Instead, we should resolve this issue in a more adult manner.

You want to steal the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, a treasure from the C111 universe, right?

The fact that you can accurately name it proves that you have an intelligence advantage, and may even have the upper hand.

So they throw something I'm not familiar with in front of me.

Then they wanted to use this advantage to defeat me...

it is ridiculous!

Do you think I'm really afraid of being at a disadvantage?

I enjoy being at a disadvantage and defeating you who think you have the upper hand. Otherwise, what's the fun in winning?

A one-sided game is really boring!

“Alright! Morty! Let’s have some fun with him!” C137 said to Morty.

"Um... Rick, isn't this a bit much? Our relationship with them isn't too bad, and I kind of admire Morty. I think he's amazing. Can't we just make things this awkward? Can't you play a game with him???"

"What are you saying?" C137 glanced at Morty with annoyance, then grabbed him and headed toward the garage.

Morty, looking conflicted and hesitant, sneered inwardly. When his grandfather patted him on the shoulder, he had secretly pulled a trick, using the difference in vision to switch places with C137 Morty. Now, he and C137 Morty had successfully swapped identities!

Of course, the price my grandfather paid to keep going despite his extreme reluctance was not light.

Old K's fighting power is 50%!

That's right! Morty made an outrageous demand, wanting Grandpa and Old Man K to work together to give him a targeted power-up that was full of scientific and Klein-style science.

He aims to reach 50% of Cthulhu Benk's level within a month!

This old man himself has accumulated his strength over billions of years, and he's increasing it by 50% in just one month...

Grandpa almost gave in to C137.

But in the end, he agreed.

After all, it's better to kill that bastard C137 than to admit defeat!

Meanwhile, Beth C137, who had returned home with her grandfather, stood by the window, looking out at her home in the C167 universe, where red flags were fluttering everywhere.

I'm a little dazed...

What's going on outside...?

When did our neighbor across the ocean invade our homeland?

Could the Rick next to me be a Red Flag Rick...?