Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

fuck!

Fuck!

fuck! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

At this moment, Morty wished he could materialize ten thousand swear words and stuff them one by one into his grandfather's brain!

So you guessed from the beginning that I was interested in this kind of thing.

So instead of trying to outwit C137, why not just track me down? You can easily get this Nine Golden Dragon Statue that way!

Grandpa nodded his head in satisfaction at Morty, who was so angry he looked like he was about to explode, yet didn't utter a single curse word.

It seems Morty has already learned the meaning of the phrase "the victor is king, the loser is villain."

Losing is losing. No matter how much you curse, how angry you get, or even if you get so angry that you resort to violence, it won't change the fact that you lost.

In that case...

Then Grandpa's little classroom can start!

"Motty, do you know what the first core principle of strategy is?"

"I... um?" Morty, who was originally sulking, didn't want to talk to his grandfather at all, but upon closer listening, this type of question made him startled.

Compared to this nine-golden dragon statue, what Grandpa was willing to share about his decades of experience was far more important than the outcome of this battle.

So Morty suppressed his anger, pondered his thoughts, and managed to utter a single word.

"people?"

"Yes! That's right! It's people! Whether you're playing open or covert games, first you need to know who your strategy is targeting, dig a pit for them, and then guide them to jump into it, right?"

"yes..."

"So why should I leave you to infiltrate C137, even though I know you really want to rest?"

"F..." Morty almost blurted out a curse, but he forced back the last three letters and honestly explained his analysis: "Because we're together, I'll definitely help you 100%, and I won't even think about winning on my own."

"But similarly, C137 Morty and C137 will also participate in this battle of wits with great tacit understanding."

"So you forced me to go to C137's side, preventing C137 Morty from being with C137. This not only destroyed the possibility of the two of them teaming up to defeat you, but also made you aware that when I'm alone, I'll inevitably have thoughts of defeating both of you."

"All you need to do is make sure C137 can't get this statue, and let me get it, then chase after me..."

Grandpa was quite happy with this short but thorough analysis, which clearly explained all the key points. He knew that Morty had always been growing rapidly, and this time he had truly given him a big surprise.

By substituting one thing for another, he was truly foolish and naive; with a series of moves, he even managed to fool C137.

You've really figured out how to play the role of the Master of Thought.

By sealing away one's memories, one will never reveal what one knows at any time or in any unexpected situation.

This deserves a thumbs up!

Morty suffered such a loss, so compensation should still be given.

Grandpa immediately said that he had already contacted Old Cthulhu and would send Morty back to the Cthulhu world as soon as the battle of wits was over.

There, you will be taught by a group of Great Old Ones plus Kel'Thuzad himself, guaranteeing that you will have 50% of Kel'Thuzad's strength in the shortest amount of time!

"That's more like it..."

With Grandpa's compensation in place, Morty put aside his displeasure and began to mentally prepare for his return to the Cthulhu world.

Yeah, no matter how many times I go to that world, I always feel incredibly depressed. If you stay there for too long, you really do start to feel a bit delirious.

Call ~

But if I can get through this, I can really roam freely in this universe.

The two walked for about twenty minutes down the narrow, smelly road and soon found their three people in a small room.

Sammy, Beth, and looooooooooser!

Morty greeted Sammy and Beth, then ignored Jerry's dark expression and found a place to sit down.

We await Grandpa's next move.

Just then, Rick walked in. When he saw Grandpa, he froze, as if wondering if he had entered the wrong room or if a Rick had replaced him.

"What's going on? Who are you?"

And who are you?

"I am Rick!"

"I'm Rick too!"

What is your number?

“Jesus! You actually managed to ask for the number! You sound like a lackey of Ruicheng. Get the hell out of here! I am P850!”

"Fuck you! I'm the real P850! You imposter! You fake! You actually tried to impersonate me, didn't you?"

"Huh? You're impersonating me and you're acting so self-righteous? C137, don't think I don't know it's you!"

As the two Ricks grew louder and louder, Morty's expression gradually became bewildered, but this was not the time to be bewildered.

He quickly switched his view to a world of black and white lines.

Through the world of lines, he saw two hearts beating normally, all the organs a normal human body should have, and even a body with some physical modifications.

This time, Morty was... numb...

As we all know, the reason why any Rick can wander around countless universes wearing a white lab coat and without carrying a backpack is...

Besides the fact that their white, mid-length lab coats were often stuffed with various gadgets, it was also because they had all made some physical modifications themselves.

Therefore, trying to determine whether a Rick is real based on the absence of mechanical parts in his body is practically wishful thinking...

There isn't a single Rick who is purely flesh and blood!

Therefore, the black and white line world, which should have been able to see through the physical structure of all things, completely lost its function in the face of the internal structure of the two people!

"Jesus! This...this was definitely C137's doing!"

With Grandpa's words as a foundation, Morty knew even with his toes that Grandpa had no need to make a fake to fool anyone; he only needed to track him down.

So... was that Rick who just walked in a fake...?

definitely is!

It could even be C137 himself!

Chapter 319 This is a scam

"Alright, you two stop arguing. I know who has the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, so C137, you don't need to come here and try to take advantage of the situation."

"Because you don't actually have the Nine Golden Dragons statue on you."

"So, since you two have agreed on the final result—whoever gets the statue wins"—

"So, considering that one side could use this underhanded tactic of avoiding a meeting to prevent the other from declaring victory, and then steal the statue..."

"Now that Grandpa has the statue, and you came here trying to take advantage of the situation but failed, then the victory in this battle of wits belongs to...fuck!!! You think that just because you pulled out a statue, you can prove that you haven't lost, or that you've won???"

Seeing Rick enter and pull out a small, glittering golden statue from his clothes, Morty suddenly realized that his bottom line was indeed too high.

Compared to these old rascals who have lived for decades, with one foot often near a coffin and slithering around like snakes, I am indeed still too young.

After she herself clearly stated that the statue was in her grandfather's possession.

You dare to pull out a fake statue and act all high and mighty, pretending that the statue in your hand is the real one.

Is this what they mean by "shameless people are invincible"...?

To this, Morty could only give him a thumbs up, because such blatant misrepresentation only happens when the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great.

And you actually dared to do that!

Do you really think you can take advantage of me and Grandpa just because you have C137?

Believe it or not, once I unleash my full power, all you'll be able to do is beat me up while crying and shouting, "Stop pretending! Stop pretending! I finally have a Morty who can pretend like this, I really don't want to kill you!"

Meanwhile, after Morty confirmed that the grandfather who had come with him was indeed his real grandfather, Rick, the one who entered the room, gave him a sidelong glance with the same stern look his grandfather often gave him.

This look, carrying a very special meaning, immediately made Morty's stance waver again.

Grandpa's "three very" gaze is something that not everyone can imitate.

The three kinds of expressions in one's eyes can be summarized as: 'very disappointed, very pitying, very indifferent'.

To put it more precisely, and put together, I really feel sorry for myself for meeting someone like you. It makes me feel like I've had the worst luck. You're hopeless and often make me so angry that I get high blood pressure. But thinking about it carefully, it's better for my health to take a "whatever you do" approach.

In short, this is a kind of gaze that not just anyone can easily imitate.

But Rick was there as soon as he entered.

This is fucking...

While Morty was somewhat at a loss, the two men were not idle at all. They drew their weapons, faced each other, and were ready to raise their guns and shoot each other at any moment.

Just when everything was about to explode.

Another Rick popped up, with the exact same grandfatherly demeanor, possessing everything that should be there, and lacking nothing that shouldn't be there.

Grandpa was like a carbon copy of me.

Holy crap... there seems to be a fourth one outside the door...

Don't panic! Just stick to the old man who has the real statue! Regardless of whether it's real or fake, we must take back control of this statue now!

Through Morty's perspective, Tzeentch begins to strategize, urging him to quickly retrieve the real statue, no matter what happens next.

With the real statue in hand, Morty can sit on the victor's throne and laugh at one or two Ricks!

So Morty took decisive action.

While deliberately raising her voice to attract everyone's attention, Tzeentch emerged from Morty's body. In her formless state, she clung to Grandpa, attempting to remove the statue from him.

But just then, an unexpected situation occurred.

The small, silver-gray box, about the size of a silver coin and placed inside the clothing, suddenly split open at each of its four corners, sucking Tzeentch inside!

The next second, Morty's expression changed drastically when he realized he had lost some kind of connection.