Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But where did the other person go?

How do I find him?

Beth had no idea...

In a moment of panic, she rushed into the garage, searching through Rick's belongings for anything that might offer a chance to save her son.

Finally... she saw it on the lab table: the thing Rick and Morty had brought back after overcoming countless obstacles during their adventure...

A key...

As for what it can open.

Rick has already explained it very clearly. This thing is like a randomly teleporting object. You just need to send it into the air, turn it to the right, and after releasing it, you'll find it fixed in the air. Then, pull it back forcefully to open a door.

As for where the door leads, that's basically up to fate.

Driven by a desire to find her son, or perhaps hoping to avenge Rick, Beth opened a door and walked in without a second thought.

Because of the dim light, she couldn't see what was at the other end until she went inside, only then realizing that she seemed to have entered a place filled with villains and where the air was thick with the smell of despair...

On the other side, Rick, the first player, was killed.

Scarface Rick then killed eighty or ninety more Ricks in various parallel universes.

Without exception, the method involved a surprise attack, taking advantage of Rick's arrogance, firing a shot at him until he realized that his energy shield could not stop the bullet.

Everything has settled down.

The deaths of Rick one after another naturally drew the attention of the city of Rick.

Five-star elders... cough cough! They are the six members of the Ruicheng Council. Immediately send people to investigate this matter, and also send someone to find C137.

Because...this matter is definitely related to you, C137!

No other reason!

It's 99.99% you!

Chapter 314 I'm not going

"fucking...no!"

"You come to me every time something happens? Are you all out of your minds?"

"Normally, I might keep you company, but not today. I have business to attend to today. If you bunch of bureaucratic lackeys get in my way today, don't blame me for going to Ruicheng and hanging you and your superiors on streetlights!"

The morning of the third day...

Morty was sitting in a chair eating breakfast, looking forward to the epic showdown between his grandfather and C137 today, a high-level battle destined to be recorded in the annals of the universe.

But right at this crucial juncture, a dozen or so Ricks were killed one after another, setting the stage for the appearance of Dark Moriarty.

Morty, who was extremely unhappy about this, just wanted to curse the dark Morty who showed up at the wrong time with ten thousand... no! ten million swear words.

Couldn't you have made a damn cool entrance after this matter is completely over?

Once Grandpa and C137's battle of wits is over, even if you jump out wearing only red underwear, I'll still praise your masculine charm, okay!

They insisted on coming when I was observing masters dueling, learning from their experience, and honing my own skills.

You've got guts!

Wait a minute, I'll follow the original plot and go with C137 to your lair. I'll blast you, you bastard, to pieces on the spot.

Dark Little Mo?

I bother!

In a heartbeat, I'll pull out a 40-meter-long Green Dragon Crescent Blade, make you run 39 meters first, then cleave you open from the top of your head, burn you to ashes, and feed them to the pigs!

When Morty is unhappy, C137 is also quite unhappy.

There are two reasons.

First, of course, is that my fun-filled battle of wits with my grandpa is about to begin, and you guys are going to jump out and ruin my gaming experience.

Secondly, these guys jumped out and wanted to make him go to Ruicheng to see those six guys he beat to tears back then, all because of something he didn't do.

fuck!

These idiots!

If I, C137, want to kill someone, I always break down the door, open fire, and kill all the witnesses. How could I let the witnesses say that Rick killed someone?

Holy crap! There are countless Ricks in this infinite universe!

Why do you always pick on me?

C137 was unhappy about being blamed and, not wanting to go to Ruicheng at this time, naturally declined the 'invitation' from the three Ruicheng assault teams.

"You know that if you don't cooperate, we'll resort to force, right?"

"Then why don't you try it? Let us see what progress you've made over the years!"

Sitting in his chair, C137 uttered the most ruthless words in the entire room in the calmest tone. His eyes, filled with an "I don't care about anything" attitude, were on full display at that moment.

What can you do to me?

If you're so capable, then use force!

If you can take action, don't just talk. Otherwise, it will seem like I'm bullying a kid who makes threats but doesn't dare to actually do anything. Only adults who dare to take action are qualified to sit down and have a chat with me.

After a brief standoff, the three members of the Ruicheng assault team who dared not make a move had no choice but to report the situation to their superiors.

Because we really can't beat them...

Despite Ruicheng's efforts over the years to find a way to counter C137, its combat power is like that of a god with no upper limit.

Just when you think you've reached the limit of his fighting ability, he always breaks through that limit again, leaving you so shocked you'll be terrified.

So, if we can't afford to mess with them, can't we at least avoid them?

Anyway, this kind of thing isn't something their task force should be worrying about; let those congressmen deal with it!

We've said what we needed to say.

The next step will be decided by those above.

Less than half a minute after the commando team left, C137 wiped his mouth with a napkin, opened a portal, and prepared to head to that location.

As for when those bastards will come looking for him again?

Let them be!

Today's story is only about myself and my grandfather; everything else has to take a backseat until I defeat that cunning villain who thinks he's incredibly clever, who schemes against me everywhere, and even makes me take the blame for him.

I need to deal with this mess—the killing of over a dozen Ricks, and the fact that I have to go over there for interrogation.

Seeing C137 start moving, Morty, who had long lost his appetite, wiped his mouth and followed C137 toward the portal.

As for the other people in the family...

Naturally, they should come along too.

After all, some things have to be left to reliable people, don't they?

For example, C137 Sammi is a very suitable substitute player.

Five people who had just finished breakfast almost threw up their food as soon as they passed through the oily green portal and arrived at the place Grandpa had designated.

Because this place is just too... damn it! How can the ventilation system in this godforsaken place be so terrible???

Having secretly transformed his form into a spirit and removed his sense of smell from his body, Morty was finally able to focus his attention on his surroundings.

The narrow, silver-gray metal passageway was covered with layers of grime. On the floor, which hadn't been cleaned for who knows how many years, you could find not only a hair from twenty years ago, but also fragments of a blade that had fallen there fifty years ago.

What makes people with obsessive-compulsive disorder even more desperate is that not only the floor, but even the ceiling is covered with layers of yellowish-brown grime.

In this extremely filthy environment, there is also a group of strange-looking alien races living here.

Morty took a few steps, and what he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye even made him wonder if he had returned to his college dormitory.

Inside each door, less than four meters apart, were at least seven or eight beds, each with three tiers. Clothes and personal belongings were stored in individual metal cabinets embedded in the walls.

The cramped standing bathroom had only an greasy cloth to block the view, yet water could still see through...

"Jesus! He's just trying to annoy me with this environment, isn't he?!"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in C137's tone, Morty was puzzled. He thought C137 had already been here, but judging from his tone, it seemed as if he hadn't been here at all in the past few days.

However, Morty still tacitly acknowledged that he had been here.

From this moment on, we have officially entered a phase of intrigue and backstabbing, and he can't trust anyone except those on his own side!

Meanwhile, on a mysterious planet, Morty the One-Eyed is figuring out how to guide C137 to his location.

Because only if he appears here and unexpectedly discovers a group of Mortys imprisoned here can he infiltrate Ruicheng without suspicion and carry out his next plan.

But everything is subject to change.

The original plan was ruined by a silly bet between C137 and his grandfather, which prevented him from going to Ruicheng at all. And the cowards in Ruicheng didn't dare to cause trouble for C137.

Since C137 is unable to go to Ryker City and has been accused of murdering other Ricks, he doesn't need to prove his innocence for the time being.

Because who really dares to break ties with C137?

Therefore, he doesn't need to prove his innocence, and he doesn't need to search for himself...

Then all plans must come to a standstill!

"Fuck! I hate variables!"

Chapter 315: Scams – It's about reminding you to be careful.

On the C137 side, a group of people were holding their breath as they moved forward through the stench-filled passageway.

Grandpa had arrived an hour early.

He was relaxing in a clean restaurant, enjoying a delicious breakfast with his family, which was only about two hundred light-years away from the metal death star.

Sitting opposite him was... the Dogmouth Assassin, the ruler of the Metal Death Star, and also the man who wielded the Nine Golden Dragon Statue.

This guy, nearly four meters tall, with a physique as strong as an ox, capable of killing an elephant with a single punch, and with three bull horns on his head, was fawning over Grandpa.