Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

[Holy crap! What happened?!]

Why did I lose my connection with her?!

[Fuck! This is a setup! This is a damn setup targeting me!!!]

Perhaps sensing something, Grandpa, who had been arguing with Rick and the others, turned around. He was still smiling, but his expression became slightly ferocious.

"Hello, Morty, I'm sorry, I'm neither C137 nor P850."

"You've come all this way to my territory to play this little game, you probably don't mind having an unexpected participant, right?"

"Oh! By the way, there used to be some monsters like you and her in this universe, and I wiped them all out one by one."

"So... how about we have some dessert before the main course?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick pointed his right hand forward, and everything around him began to tremble. Morty, who was not going to stand still, drew his Azure Dragon Blade and slashed fiercely at the other man.

clang!!!

"This is impossible!!!"

When Morty saw that his Azure Dragon Blade had struck the opponent's right shoulder without causing the slightest damage, instead producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound like metal clashing, his expression changed.

Physical body... or rather, using some kind of alloy to directly withstand the Azure Dragon Blade?

What the hell are you, monster?!

How dare you call me a monster?

fuck!

What the hell is my luck? How did I run into another Rick with high combat power!

Just as Morty was about to sheathe his sword and summon the remaining three evil gods to join him in the attack, a counterforce surged from his body.

boom!!!

The harder Morty slashed just now, the stronger the rebound will be.

If Morty hadn't been in his spirit form the whole time, based on that rebound alone, he would probably be stuck to the wall and become wallpaper.

"Jesus!"

"Wow, that's impressive... Now I know where your limits are..."

"What do you mean?"

Rick suddenly snapped his fingers, and the surrounding walls vanished at the speed of light, replaced by the hall that Morty had entered with C137 earlier.

The dog-mouthed killer in the very center was watching the show with amusement on his face.

Not far away, C137 Sangmei, Beth, and C137 Jerry were looking at him with different expressions.

Rick, or rather C137, asked with a sly grin, "How's the experience with this new 'illusion' device I created? It analyzes the secretion of compounds in your brain using an emotion detection device, ensuring everything unfolds in the direction you want to see."

"Hahahahaha!"

"You really should learn some basic biology; human emotions aren't something you decide for yourself!"

"You'll feel safe as long as a certain compound is secreted in large quantities."

"What a fake thing! Hahahaha!"

Morty: "???"

A bewildered Morty looked around before plopping down on the ground, staring blankly at C137, seemingly completely unaware of what had happened.

Why...did I even leave this place?

If everything before was fake, why could I see... in this world of black and white lines?

This is a complete scam!!!

Chapter 320 Double Deception

"This...this is impossible..."

"I've already left this place..."

Why am I still here...?

"Why...why...I didn't notice...he deliberately let me see that safe...that wasn't a safe at all..."

Following behind C137, on the way to retrieve the real Nine Golden Dragons statue under Tzeentch's guidance, Morty, who had begun to question his life, felt that he had been living too simply all along.

I was so fooled by this scam that I almost had a mental breakdown.

I'm fucking...

As Tzeentch walked ahead, occasionally turning back, she saw the growing self-doubt on Morty's face. Suddenly, she reached out her warm left hand, grasped Morty's cold right hand, and pulled him forcefully to her side.

"Alright, you're still young. Don't be discouraged just because you can't outsmart an old fox like me in this kind of thing."

"Yeah, don't you know magic tricks and scams are the same thing?" Not wanting Grandpa to be completely crushed by him, turning Morty into a cripple, C137, who had been risking his life for him, also tried to comfort him, saying, "I just wanted you to pay attention to the details I deliberately left out, and ignore the illogical ones."

"However, you've done a very good job. You had Tzeentch replace the statue beforehand, and you sealed your own memories. If I hadn't targeted you beforehand... you probably would have even fooled me."

"After all, I can't really kill you, can I?"

"Hmm..." Morty responded listlessly. He seemed to be in low spirits, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

Based on the current situation...

Having Tzeentch replace the real and fake statues gave him an initial advantage over both Grandpa and C137, but he was quickly outmaneuvered by C137...

The other party never trusted him from the beginning, so choosing this place to meet the dog-mouthed killer was just digging a pit for him to fall into.

They discovered that Morty seemed to be searching for something.

C137 no longer concealed himself. He ordered the Dogmouth Killer to turn on all the lights in the hall. The walls that were not illuminated by the light were covered with exposed wires and a large number of electronic components.

Now we know why this place is so clean.

As the boss of this area, if he cared about hygiene even a little, the ground here would at least be washed with water from time to time.

As a result, the air was filled with a foul stench, and the ground was covered with grime that had accumulated over the years without being cleaned, making it practically no different from a garbage dump.

This shows that the other person doesn't care about hygiene at all.

So the fact that this room is so clean is suspicious from the start, because if this hall really is where the Dogmouth Killer meets with all sorts of people, there would definitely be some trash piled up on the floor.

Jesus!

Recalling these details caused Morty's blood pressure to start approaching human limits.

Next, they arrived with the others at the place that had appeared in the illusion and was used to store the statue.

Just as C137 was about to take the statue.

Morty's expression changed, and he transformed into a spirit, rushing forward to snatch the statue from the old man's hand and running away.

"Holy crap?! He..."

"Holy crap?! Morty?!"

"Jesus! You've already lost, and you're still trying to pull this trick on me? Luckily, I know you're the kind of guy who never gives up easily. So... Double Illusion~"

Morty had only run a few steps when he saw everything around him disappear again, and he was back in the hall.

Dog-Mouth Killer, C137 Sangmei, and C137 Jerry all let out a mocking laugh.

Especially C137 Sangmei, who had never taken Morty's course on sibling relationship repair, was the one who laughed the most wildly and was the happiest among the three.

"Look at the expression on that little paramecium's face!"

"Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! Hahahahahaha!!!"

"Morty actually said he wanted to become like him! Hahahaha! As stupid as him!!!"

"Hahahaha! How stupid! He actually thought... Hahahaha! I can't even speak! So stupid! Hahahaha!!!"

Moty, who was mocked by C137 Sangmei, glared angrily at the other party, then sat down on the ground with a dejected look on his face. He looked very hurt and lowered his head, which had been held high all along.

Are you planning to try again?

C137, unhurried, asked Morty, who was already confident of victory, and didn't mind wasting a little time to teach Morty a lesson.

Perhaps this setback will motivate him to work even harder than before. Maybe one day, when he needs to use him, he will have an incredibly sharp blade to cut through any enemy's defenses.

"No, I give up..."

Morty waved his hand dejectedly, indicating that C137 should return Tzeentch to him, and he would officially withdraw from this confrontation between his grandfather and C137.

"How could I possibly return your little strategist to you now?"

"Let's wait until it's over. I'll return it to you then. Otherwise, you might have other ulterior motives, right?"

"You're the most restless Morty, but not the worst, nor the most evil."

After C137 uttered his assessment of Morty, he led the group towards the door. Next, they were going to take the statue from where it was kept and show it off to their grandfather.

unless...

"Phew~ They're finally gone. That bastard Dogmouth Killer was crazy to stay in such a stuffy place wearing all that stuff."

Under Morty's silent gaze, the dog-mouthed killer, who had been a background character from beginning to end, took off his fully realistic hood, revealing a sweat-soaked, permanently Korean-style afro.

Jesus!

Grandpa!!!

That bastard sat in the best seat the whole time, watching himself get played by C137!

"You..." Morty raised his trembling right hand and pointed at his grandfather, who was wiping sweat from his face. He had no idea that this guy was actually his grandfather in disguise!

motherfuck!!!

What happened to the promise of grandfather and grandson being of one mind?!

Are you just sitting there feeling sorry for me?!

"Hey! What's with that look? Why are you glaring at me? You didn't even notice the problem in this place from the beginning, and you expect me to clean up this mess for you?"

"Pah! You really think I'm your babysitter?"

"Get out of here, get the hell out of here! If you want to beat him, then use your imagination!"