Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

No matter how much one tries to imitate C137 Morty, the rebellious spirit in one's bones is destined to be completely different from that of C137 Morty.

Since doing more leads to more mistakes, it's better to do less and make fewer mistakes!

"Tsk, look at you, so cowardly. You're not even a bit like C167 Morty."

"hehe..."

Although Morty knew this was a provocation from C137, he was very happy to hear the praise, which proved that he had gained C137's approval!

He himself is now a role model for inspiring C137 Morty!

But his current identity is C137 Morty.

This made him want to laugh, but he dared not laugh. He had to pretend that he was humiliated while also showing a hint of self-respect on his face.

This will really test Morty's facial muscle control.

Um...

"What are you doing with that twitching face? Is your face cramping? Why do you look like you're constipated sitting on the toilet in the women's restroom?"

"Jesus! I can't stand it anymore!"

"You stay here and watch TV!"

I need to go out for a bit.

Morty: "..."

Just as Morty was about to stand up and call C137 to take him with him, he saw the former pull out a teleportation gun, open a portal, and then... disappear!

The other party just dumped me like that!

Damn it... He probably already knows my real identity...

The thought of this possibility made Morty a little panicked, but then he thought, why should he panic? It's just that C137 might be able to see through his true identity at a glance.

Based on the intellectual prowess of Grandpa and C137...

So the current situation is roughly as follows...

C137 discovered his true identity but deliberately remained inactive, actually preparing for the future by using himself to spread false information and disrupt Grandpa's actions.

This is the first layer of calculation for C137.

Too superficial, too simplistic.

To get to the second level, we need to figure out Grandpa's thoughts.

Grandpa knew that with his acting skills, it was almost impossible to fool C137's eyes, so that's why he still put himself here.

It was a deliberate act to let C137 use him to transmit false information.

In other words, I know you plan to use the spies I planted among you to pass on false information to me, so I will consider all the information that comes my way to be false.

This is also only the first layer for Grandpa.

If you think about it more closely, Morty can only think of the second layer of their relationship at most.

The second layer of C137 may exist, deliberately taking advantage of Grandpa's suspicious nature to allow him to pass on true information, which Grandpa then treats as false information, successfully deceiving everyone.

Grandpa's second floor...

He might also be planning to use C137 to scheme against him...

So you're trying to fool me by presenting real information as fake information?

Then I'll prepare a backup plan and jump right into the pit!

Thinking of this, Morty glanced at the C137 garage, silently got up, and ignored the three guys in the kitchen who were vying to see what kind of life they could live in their parallel universes.

Arrive at this garage where all of Rick's items are located, the place with the highest probability of finding artifacts.

Morty started rummaging through drawers and cupboards.

Because of what Jerry accidentally caused, C137 must have already thrown away or destroyed some of the less valuable items.

These are things that C137 thought might come in handy.

Morty casually picked up a glass container filled with a silvery-gray liquid, not caring what it was for, and placed it in an empty space on the shelf.

Then he separated a white tennis racket, a dark red tie, and other items that he thought were not very valuable.

Morty packed all the things he liked into a small cardboard box, then carried it towards his bedroom.

Although I can't fully see through the mutual scheming between you two.

Since I'm stupid, then I'll... do a free purchase, is that too much to ask?

Morty, who rarely received any strange or unusual 'toys' from his grandfather, was now like a rat that had entered a granary, taking away all the stuff that was enough to fill his stomach.

He seemed unaware that an AI projection was grinning at him from behind.

Similarly, the AI ​​projection didn't see the wicked grin in Morty's mind.

Is this a battle of wits between two people?

No, no, no, there were four players from the very beginning of this game!

Two players shared the same body!

Chapter 310 A Rare Holiday

"Sigh...it's so peaceful..."

"I never imagined my long-awaited vacation would be on the C137 route..."

Today is the second day. Tomorrow will be the day when Grandpa and C137 will engage in a fierce battle for control. However, this is not the case for Morty, who is already on vacation.

Let's worry about tomorrow's problems tomorrow.

Today, I'm going to have a blast!

Yesterday I played games all night long, and then happily ordered a late-night takeout: a big bottle of Coke, a beef pizza with lots of toppings, and a bowl of hot dry noodles.

The feeling of being well-fed and satisfied made Morty feel incredibly happy.

Especially now that I don't need much sleep, as long as I don't overexert my energy, I can stay on standby for a very long time.

Have fun! Be silly! Play hard!

So, early this morning, I stood at the window, gazing at the fiery red sun rising on the distant horizon, and took a deep breath of the invigorating air.

Morty decided to go out, either to relax in his own neighborhood or in the city.

Even just in the park, watching a group of children playing and frolicking, dog walkers' frisbees flying everywhere, and people on the basketball court constantly fighting for a single ball.

It's still better than staying in this house.

So Morty said goodbye and went out.

Morty hopped on the bicycle in the garage, which he hadn't used in a long time, and took a ride around his neighborhood to get back into the swing of things.

Then I started riding along the path towards the city.

Given the low-density housing system in the US, it's clear that getting to the neighborhood by bicycle isn't something that can be done quickly.

If you don't want to use the Lord of Mind's abilities, you'll have to ride for about an hour.

Morty can afford to waste this much time.

Relax~

Today's theme is simply to relax!

Riding slowly along the road, Morty soon encountered Jessica standing by the roadside, looking somewhat disheveled. Usually full of youthful energy, she looked over forty years older today, with messy hair, torn clothes in several places, and swollen eyes from crying, indicating that she had been in a state of sadness.

"Jessica? You look a little..."

Morty hesitated, because Jessica looked as if... something bad had happened.

Although Morty is different from other Mortys, he doesn't like Jessica at all and would never give up an entire forest for a single tree.

But this is the C137 universe!

This is the universe in the main story, and the girl standing in front of you is also the goddess in C137 Morty's heart.

If there's anything I can lend a hand with, then I'll do it while I'm at it!

I have a great relationship with C137 Morty!

Well, the main reason is that after transmigrating to this world, so much time has passed, and he has always been crushed by his grandfather. Morty wanted to experience being the wolf in sheep's clothing, so after finding a reason for himself, he went to ask Jessica what had happened.

"Motty...I..."

"It's alright, just tell me. I'll help you with anything I can!"

Seeing that the other person seemed somewhat reluctant to talk about it, Morty reached out and tightly grasped the other person's delicate little hands.

Although Morty is more than a head shorter than Jessica.

But this did not stop him from showing Jessica at this moment the sense of security that a man should give a woman.

I'm here! Even if the King of Heaven himself comes today, I'll still make him eat his words!

Perhaps it was the qualities Morty displayed that had an effect, or perhaps Jessica genuinely wanted someone to confide in, so she told Morty about her ordeal.

After listening to Morty's detailed account of how Jessica was almost forced into a sexual encounter last night, how she cleverly escaped, and how she fled in panic, ultimately enduring a whole night of mosquito bites in this patch of grass, Morty was deeply moved.

He then let Tzeentch emerge from his back, transforming into a cloud of gas to search for the guy from last night.

As for myself, of course I should play the role of a 'good man' at this time.

Morty patted the back of his bicycle. "Come on, get on, I'll take you back first!"

Jessica glanced at the small seat on the back of Morty's bicycle. Exhausted from not sleeping all night, she sat down without saying a word.

At first, she only half-hug Morty's waist with both hands, but as she grew tired and trusted Morty, she began to doze off, resting her head on the back of Morty's neck and wrapping her arms around his waist completely.

However, the girl, who was clearly traumatized, did not fall asleep completely. She spoke intermittently, as if talking in her sleep.

"Motty...am I really that stupid?"

"I just wanted to have a simple relationship with him... and let everything fall into place naturally... but why... is he in such a hurry..."

"I thought last night... a romantic moment... lying in a convertible... gazing at the night sky... counting stars, talking about our future..."