Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

To test whether he was really C137 Morty, C137 may have deliberately brought these guys from Ruicheng to act in a play for him!

But upon closer inspection, Morty realized something was amiss.

It's worth noting that when C137 first visited Ruicheng in the series, he harshly criticized the bureaucratic system there. Even a pig could understand how much he disdained the people there.

So the problem was back in front of me.

What exactly is C137 trying to do?

Is this deliberate feeling a warning, or just acting...? Okay! This is starting to get mind-bending again! I... no! Today I just want to play!

Exhausted by everything, Morty decisively gave up thinking as soon as he realized that this problem was about to kill his brain cells again.

No more overthinking! Absolutely no more overthinking!

Today, all I see is a relaxing and enjoyable day, endless fine wine, happiness and fun, a sumptuous lunch, red wine, steak, and beautiful ladies in the evening, and Mexican tortillas from a late-night roadside stall.

Apart from these matters, everything else is irrelevant to me.

"So what exactly are you doing here?"

"Go ahead and have fun! What else can I do? I'm just out having some fun, and you're going to tell me what to do?"

After Number 1 left, C137's first question and subsequent remarks were immediately shut down by Morty's single sentence, which piqued C137's interest.

In fact, he had already discovered that Morty had infiltrated his side when Morty and C137 Morty were switched.

Because for anyone who wants to act like C137 Morty, one of the key conditions is that you must be extremely cowardly, and in addition to being extremely talkative and annoying, you must also act as if you are being bullied by yourself, while maintaining a slight resistance.

That unique way of getting along is enough to drive a lot of people crazy...

It's practically impossible for someone to use a different Morty to infiltrate their side and secretly do something bad.

After all, I know the C137 Morty very well.

So he knew exactly what tricks his grandfather was playing.

The other party never intended to play any spying or disinformation games.

That old geezer's strategy was simple: to get rid of C137 Morty from his side, because if his combat power was 10 when he was alone...

Those strange and wonderful technological weapons are a 5x bonus.

The C137 Morty, on the other hand, is a massive boost multiplied by 10.

Therefore, exchanging Morty for C137 Morty is like exchanging a rook for a rook, a bishop for a bishop, or a knight for a knight in chess, directly eliminating the biggest variable for both sides.

Next, all that's left is a real battle of wits between the two of them.

C137 had no objection to this, because whether it was an evenly matched contest or a case of the weak defeating the strong, it was a good gaming experience for him.

If it's about the strong bullying the weak, then he might as well just keep drinking and living a life of debauchery.

"Alright, alright, since you want to play, then go ahead." With that thought in mind, C137 decided to have a proper chat with this interesting little guy after his battle of wits with his grandfather was over.

C137 arrived quickly and left quickly.

Throughout the entire process, Morty did nothing but diss the other party once, leaving behind a head full of question marks.

Then I started looking for things that interested me on the street.

After wandering around for two hours and eating Morty, we finally stopped in front of an antique shop.

He rode his bicycle and looked through the shop window. Among the antiques and curiosities in the room stood a thin old man wearing a black top hat and with a mustache.

This immediately reminded him of the Pluto episode, where Sangmei and her grandfather seemed to have been struggling with this demon for almost an entire episode.

I figured I'd be looking for fun to do anyway today.

Moreover, given his status in the demon world, he was practically a god-like being. Morty, who didn't care about a mere little curse, went inside.

"Guest, you crave..."

"Follow your grandfather's legs! Get down and kneel! The Demon Commerce Committee, the Product Quality Assurance Team, is here to inspect your goods!!"

As soon as he entered, Morty revealed his true form. His enormous soul, which could almost cover the entire city, terrified the demon so much that he almost cried out.

I'm just here to do some small business.

How come the shop has barely been set up and already it's run into a being the size of a city... wait... is this guy a demon?

Looking at the head of the boy in front of me, it had been completely replaced by almost solid gray mist, and the two red lights full of danger kept flashing.

Well, although this guy doesn't exude any demonic aura, he looks more terrifying and dangerous than a demon...

We can't afford to mess with them! We can't afford to mess with them!

What are you standing there for?

"Hurry up and bring out all your merchandise so I can take a look!"

"Forehead..."

"You have three seconds to hesitate. If you don't move, you will be devoured by me. Which one will you choose?"

"I'll get it out right away! Don't get excited!"

Watching this demon quickly grab a chair and then, like a lackey, display one demonic item after another in front of him, explaining their functions.

Morty pondered whether he should pack it all up and take it, or just take half.

Chapter 313 Scarface Rick and One-Eyed Morty

Three hours later.

A bicycle, its back seat piled high with goods, wobbled and sped away into the distance in the setting sun.

Unlike Morty's completely relaxed expression.

The demon, standing by the roadside, was crying. His red eyes were streaming down his face, each drop filled with deep sorrow. He watched the bicycle disappear into the distance, and it seemed as if he saw his own lost youth reflected in it.

In those days, the human world was quite simple. All the demons needed to do was put on a black robe, find a cave, put some scribbles on the cave ceiling, add some bats or something as a backdrop, sit by a campfire and say some cryptic things, and finally they could deceive people with a parchment scroll.

But as times change, what the devil desires becomes increasingly difficult to obtain. Now, he even has to open a shop to gain people's trust.

So, I followed the trend and opened a store, only to be...snapped by some weirdo who appeared out of nowhere and got a free purchase from me!!!

Unable to swallow his anger and unable to defeat Morty, the demon could only sit by the roadside, heartbroken and wiping away tears.

Humanity is too cruel...

Oh oh oh!

How come I always run into a big devil no matter where I randomly choose a place!

Unlike the demon's sorrow, Morty was absolutely thrilled. He had looted the entire store and taken home a huge pile of cursed demonic items.

These curses are basically nothing to a master of will, and in terms of effect, they are not much different from C137 and Grandpa's technological 'inventions'.

Especially because it comes from the hands of the devil, many things can bring you different kinds of pleasure without any scientific basis.

For example, an ivory comb can make a bald person grow hair, but at the cost of losing all the hair on their body.

It might sound logically contradictory, but its effect is to first make your hair grow back, and then make it all fall out at once.

It fully embodies the demon's philosophy of demonic existence.

First, they give you what you want, and then they take it all away, along with everything you already have.

This item is completely useless to Morty, but as a collectible, it is perfectly qualified because it originates from the craftsmanship of ancient artisans and has a history of at least a thousand years.

Hmm! An antique comb! It could make a lot of money at auction!

While Morty was killing time out of boredom.

In some parallel universe...

A happy family of five was having breakfast in a restaurant when Rick, an unknown but very talkative boy, was loudly recounting the interesting things that happened during his adventure yesterday.

Sitting next to him, little Morty was playing along, embellishing the story to make it sound even better.

Just when the family atmosphere was extremely warm and blissful.

A scarred Rick and a one-eyed Morty walked out of the living room. Without disturbing the AI ​​inside, they fired a blue-glowing bullet from their energy guns at Rick as soon as they stepped out.

"Hello, please sign for your death date!"

Almost every Rick has an energy shield as standard equipment, but it's as fragile as paper in front of this physical bullet, completely powerless to stop it from taking his life.

The bullet entered Rick's head, and just as his consciousness was about to be transmitted to Rick's backup body, it released an extremely strong interference signal, making his brain like a computer without internet access.

Consciousness did not leave the body and gradually disappeared into the brain as the body died.

"Project Phoenix was just a joke..."

"Using bullets equipped with signal jamming technology to disable it, I really don't know what that C137 guy has to brag about..."

Scarface Rick killed Rick, then glanced coldly at the four terrified people. Seemingly not wanting to cause too much bloodshed, he walked up to little Morty.

After forcibly grabbing his clothes, they dragged and pulled him toward the teleportation portal.

"Morty!!!"

"Motty!"

"Motty..."

At this moment, a certain loser naturally hid under the dining table, fearing that he would also be taken away, but never thought about whether he was qualified.

Would someone really kill Rick just to capture Jerry?

If any Rick heard this news, he would personally send Jerry away to ensure that this loser would never bother him again!

Compared to this cowardly, lowly thing, it's as pathetic as a paramecium.

Beth and Sammy were much braver.

The two rushed forward, trying to snatch little Morty back, but the two who came prepared were not about to let them succeed.

If they kill Rick right away and then Sammy and Beth manage to steal him away, that would be a huge joke!

So after a brief physical altercation, the two were knocked to the ground, neither lightly nor heavily. When they got up again, Scarface Jerry and the others were nowhere to be seen.

"No!!!" Beth let out a heart-wrenching wail.

She couldn't accept that on such an ordinary day, she had not only lost her own father, but also had her son kidnapped...