Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

There might only be one answer!

Someone is 25!

Grandpa looked at Morty with a gloomy gaze. As things stand, the only person who could steal something from him without alerting him is Morty!

The combat power of a mind-based entity may not be considered top-tier.

However, in certain special circumstances, these thought entities are the best thieves. They have no taste, no form, and no self-awareness, making them the best executors.

Using them, one can steal anything from oneself.

What Grandpa didn't expect was that Morty might choose to become a traitor at this time and work with C137 to deal with him.

This was something he found very difficult to tolerate!

You don't know what happens to traitors throughout history?

How dare they betray me at this time?

At that moment, Morty met his grandfather's eyes and understood the meaning behind it. He almost revealed his true identity and went to diss his grandfather, that bastard, for questioning his loyalty.

Damn it, you promised me a holiday, and you're not even going to give it to me?

After all, you offered me something to bribe me, and I felt obligated to accept your gift. I couldn't really say anything.

Although I've been slacking off here on C137, I'm not so bad as to betray you!

Damn...

So who has that nine golden dragon statue now?

Neither side had the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, so Grandpa and C137 exchanged a glance and, with perfect understanding, led their respective groups and turned to walk in another direction.

The unexpected has occurred, rendering the original plan completely unusable. Therefore, we must employ even faster and more aggressive methods to win this battle of wits!

Chapter 317 is like a birthday present you gave me.

"That's not right... I put the thing in the safe myself, so how come it's gone after I closed the safe and opened it again..."

After parting ways with Grandpa, C137, who was puzzled all the way, led everyone to a secluded, dark path with a smell that really tested everyone's sense of smell.

They began to slow down until they stopped.

He appeared to be pondering a problem, but his eyes remained fixed on Morty. The unreadable meaning in his gaze was quite clear.

They were practically ready to say outright, "Were you the one pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

Morty, who was inexplicably blamed, thought that now was a good time to confront the situation, otherwise C137 would think he was up to something, and Grandpa would think he was a traitor.

Once you're burdened with this blame, it becomes difficult to explain certain things clearly to yourself...

So Morty made it clear that he wasn't the one who did it, because he just wanted to slack off on the sidelines while the two old men insisted on playing a boring old man's game.

How you two fight is your business, just don't involve me.

Now I'm the one taking the blame...

nice!

Morty's serious attitude toward taking the blame made C137 somewhat hesitant, because there was a 99% chance that what he said was true.

After all, he had no need to take the risk of being played by his 25-year-old grandfather.

Judging from his actions over the past few days, it seems that Morty came to the C137 universe for a vacation rather than to monitor his every move.

All he does all day is play and eat; he's hardly even willing to talk to himself.

If he could still monitor me under such circumstances, it would be a miracle!

One troublesome Morty is enough; if another Morty of the same or even greater troublesome level comes along, things are really going to get out of hand!

"Alright, so are you planning to switch back with C137 Morty, or continue following me?" C137 brought up a new topic, ending the previous conversation and moving on to the next one.

Morty, who also plans to explain things to his grandfather, said he intends to go back to his grandfather first and talk things out completely.

After all, this is a game between you two old men, it has nothing to do with him, and he's not willing to take the blame.

After saying goodbye, Morty turned and walked in another direction.

After walking about four or five hundred meters away from C137.

Tzeentch's voice rang in his mind, his teasing tone seemingly triggering some kind of memory unlocking function: "Not bad, you've really figured out this whole memory thing!"

"As long as I completely seal away the memory of setting up the scheme in my mind, I won't feel any insecurity or lack of confidence when facing them."

"Good job!"

"When you're as old as Grandpa, you'll definitely surpass him!"

Having obtained the memories that had been temporarily sealed away by his subconscious, Morty ignored Tzeentch's teasing and wore the smile of a victor.

Back when Grandpa and C137 decided to fight over the Nine Golden Dragons statue.

Morty had already begun to consider getting involved.

If I could defeat both C137 and Grandpa at the same time, I could brag about it for the rest of my life. However, defeating both of them at the same time is not an easy task.

However, everyone has weaknesses.

In particular, having spent time with my grandfather, I already knew his style of doing things, and through the drama, I learned about some of C137's style of doing things.

Therefore, in their discussions with Tzeentch, the two determined the simplest and most practical countermeasure.

Strategy is simply two-sided: overt and covert.

Grandpa was skilled in scheming, long-term planning, and layered strategies, which meant that he needed to spend a long time planning to complete a layered strategy.

A layout completed in a short period of time will at most have only one or two floors.

As long as there aren't many moves left, it means you only need to guess once more.

Or just don't guess at all!

As long as we ensure that the Nine Golden Dragon Statue is in our hands from the beginning, and remain unchanged in the face of all changes, wouldn't the problem be solved directly?

Secondly, regarding C137, Morty has never witnessed him using cunning tactics, but he is likely someone with exceptional abilities who is careless and indifferent to everything he does.

That nonchalant, bird-like attitude meant he would often make mistakes.

This was used to create a mutated world in the first season...shit! They even forgot about the small detail that C137 had already switched worlds!

Of course, the most important thing is still...

In the real world, schemes never concern themselves with artistic twists and turns; they always aim for a single, decisive blow before they end.

Morty had no interest in engaging in a high-level battle of wits with the two old men.

Just like someone wielding a long sword wouldn't, when facing an automatic rifle, try to show off their agility while constantly muttering, "You can't hit me, you can't hit me..."

Morty would never do something so stupid.

He just sent Tzeentch out to replace the Nine Golden Dragon statue before C137 could, deceiving C137 with a fake.

But the meeting between those two just now seems to have added some unexpected variables.

Under his own scheme, whenever the two met, no matter how many times they fought in between, as long as the fake statue was brought out, Tzeentch would decide whether to unlock his memories, depending on the situation.

After regaining his memories, he took the real statue from Tzeentch, threw it in front of the two of them, and said coolly, "Is this what you two are looking for?"

Neither of them brought out the statue.

Instead, they parted ways in a hurry, which indicates that something went wrong.

So just now, when Tzeentch was speaking in C137, he was mentally urging Morty to leave quickly, even if it meant revealing his true identity, and to get the statue before things changed.

Fifteen minutes later.

Led by Tzeentch, Morty jogged along, winding his way through the maze until he arrived at a room with a tightly closed door. After knocking, he gave the burly gatekeeper a gold coin.

They retrieved the nine-gold dragon statue.

Using the light from the overhead lamp, Morty examined the object repeatedly. When he saw the mark left by Tzeentch with a bit of mental energy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had put his initial slight worry behind him.

The real product is in your own hands.

No matter what tricks they're playing, as long as I have the real stuff, there's not much of a problem.

Next, I need to figure out how to get the two of them together, and then announce... announce... isn't that Grandpa...?

Out of the corner of his eye, Morty caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He turned his head at an incredibly slow speed of less than 0.2 millimeters per second and saw his grandfather standing at the corner, looking in his direction, about twenty meters away.

[Holy crap!!! How could he be here?!]

Tzeentch: "Don't panic!!! Stay calm!!! You absolutely mustn't panic at this time!!!"

About ten seconds later, Grandpa slowly walked up to Morty, took the nine-gold dragon statue from Morty's hand, and said with a smile, "Not bad, this plan was very successful. You are indeed my good grandson!"

"This statue is nice, I'll gladly accept it!"

"Consider this your birthday present to me!"

Chapter 318 has all been arranged for you.

"Excellent, excellent, my dear grandson!"

"Good job!"

"Actually, I didn't plan anything this time. I just needed to know from my understanding of your competitive spirit that when C137 and I entered a non-intense, non-partisan confrontation, you would definitely not be able to resist making a move."

"You want to prove you're better than me, and you also want to prove you're better than C137."

"I understand!"

"Young people are just competitive!"

"We old men are no good anymore~~~~~"

Along the way, Grandpa, who was grinning like a cunning old fox who had just stolen a chicken, kept rubbing Morty's forehead with his restless right hand.

His left hand, like the Statue of Liberty, is raised aloft the nine-gold dragon statue.

Especially when passing directly under the ceiling light, the reflected golden light makes the veins on Morty's forehead appear even thicker.