Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

“Take his words and mine to heart. The most important thing about scams is that no matter how smart or stupid a person is, as long as you give them something they are willing to believe, they will definitely fall for it!”

"Do you understand?"

Chapter 321 The Craziest Idea

"So tell me the truth, from the very beginning, did you want me to face him in this duel?"

After his grandfather finished his long speech, Morty's sudden remark surprised him.

However, instead of responding as someone expected, he countered with a question: "After being deceived so many times, how can you be sure that the person standing in front of you right now is really me?"

“Because… I have released my complete form!” After Morty finished speaking, he completely disappeared from Grandpa’s sight. He released the restraints of this small body and returned to his size, which was as large as a large city.

Although this is just a small part of the formidable map of the metal Death Star, which is home to 2 billion people, Morty still gained an all-around view of at least 100 kilometers.

No room, no person, no object can escape his eyes; he is omnipresent at this moment!

That kind of vision, completely different from that of humans or anyone else who relies on their eyes to see the world, gave Morty the feeling of a god descending to earth to inspect the human world.

Fortunately, the smugness that had just begun to rise in his heart was quickly extinguished by him.

Instead of using black and white lines for vision, it directly uses simple and brutal mental energy to envelop everything and then determine where everyone is.

C137 locked!

Grandpa's locked in!

Sangmei, C137 Sangmei, Jerry, C137 Jerry...

Locked! Locked! Locked!

After seeing everything within a hundred kilometers, Morty once again conjured a body resembling Morty in front of his grandfather.

However, the seemingly endless white smoke emanating from his back and heading outside made him look no longer like an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy.

Instead, he is a deity who stepped out of a myth and appears as a young boy.

Grandpa, seeing Morty in this form for the first time, gently rubbed his chin a few times with his right index finger and thumb.

"Speaking of which, I've always been quite curious about how far your abilities have developed."

"Alright, enough of this beating around the bush. I see it all now. You never intended to fight C137 from the beginning. You wanted me to fight him, right?"

Grandpa nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He really didn't intend to fight C137, because to Rick, someone like C137 was like a character straight out of Saint Seiya.

He might suffer the first time you use a move against him, but the second time, you'd better change it up, otherwise you'll be facing him with the exact same move.

Not only has the other party successfully stolen your skills, but they can also ruin your life.

So this is why Grandpa has never wanted to fight C137 again since the Hermuel incident; he only has half a move left to fight C137.

If you reveal your last trick because of this so-called battle of wits, then you can forget about ever messing with C137 again.

Unfortunately, Diane's importance outweighed everything else!

He still used that half-trick.

So before you come up with a new move, it's best not to let C137 know that you've run out of ways to deal with it.

This is like two major powers, A and B, discovering that B's nuclear weapons are just empty shells. Once this is discovered, things are really going to get very bad for A.

"So why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"Haven't you figured out the cause and effect now?"

"I...I only realized this after I got tricked. At first, I thought you forced me to go to C137 to fuel my competitive spirit..."

"So you want to beat him?"

Before Morty could finish speaking, Grandpa's question completely shut down the words Morty was about to say.

Want to beat C137?

of course!

Who the hell would travel to Rick and Morty and not want to beat that old geezer C137?

For people in all walks of life, it is like the Oscars, the Nobel Prize, and other awards that represent the highest honors in their respective industries.

In Rick and Morty, C137 won't win a single game.

Even in death, he couldn't close his eyes!

"That's right!"

"So no matter what, you just want to beat him, right?"

"I've already told you how to break this deadlock. I won't stay by your side any longer and continue to suppress your abilities. You decide what to do!"

"Although the chances of winning are slim, as long as you can make him look bad..."

"Get out!" Morty glared at his grandfather, and after the latter quickly disappeared from his sight, he sat down cross-legged in front of the empty hall.

After taking a few deep breaths and clearing his mind of distractions, Morty calmed down and began to devise his second, most ambitious plan for coming to the world of Remo.

Well, the first time was a memory sealing attempt to deceive C137, but this guy used virtual scene technology to completely fool him.

But Morty speculated that C137 probably didn't have any backup plans.

He only had five minutes left to get the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, and then he could find his grandfather and officially declare himself the victor in this battle of wits.

So the time I can use is five minutes plus the time my grandfather spends hiding.

The two Ricks' hide-and-seek could have gone on for ages if they had a teleportation gun, but this time the game of wits didn't allow the teleportation gun to appear, so I had at least half an hour to plan everything.

And so, time passed by, second by second.

A series of insane ideas, drawn from the Thirty-Six Stratagems and endlessly compounded and mutated, took shape in Morty's mind. These schemes, which left him parched and his heart pounding, made him hesitant to even take the first step...

However, his competitive spirit ultimately prevailed over his reason.

win!

I must win!

This isn't just about securing a place in the world of Remor; it's about proving something...

That's because you stinky Ricks have no right to use your grandson as a tool. We Morty weren't born just to be tied to you old geezers!

A brighter future clearly awaits us!

But because of Rick, who lost his wife and children, everyone is suffering in this hell!

Unfortunately, our Morty is still at the very bottom!

Fuck you!

With that thought in mind, he had no more reservations and was determined to give C137 a good beating. He looked around and removed some electronic parts from the wall.

Based on the blueprints for Iron Man's Veronica signal transmitter, Morty created a transmitter with extremely unstable signals, but which could still transmit signals.

"Hey, this is the Metal Death Star in the C111 universe. This is the Metal Death Star in the C111 universe. C137 Rick, who is considered an enemy by countless universes, is on this death star. Everyone who hears this message and has a grudge against C137 Rick, please come here!"

Meanwhile, Morty, the one-eyed dragon who was listening to signals somewhere, heard this news through the Galactic Empire's internal communication channel...

"Caught you!"

Chapter 322 You really need to rest this time.

"Jesus! How did this guy... *hiccup* find me?"

"Fuck! This guy... hiccup~ there's still one more! Is there not a single guy in this corridor who isn't my enemy?"

"You want me to become the Corridor War God, right?"

"Hiccup~ Who revealed my location?"

With a quick thought that hadn't been used in a long time, C137 easily defeated Morty, successfully obtained the Nine Golden Dragon Statue, and prepared to go find the old man who might have only made a move once from beginning to end, to announce that he had easily won the battle of wits.

Try some desserts you haven't had in a long time.

After searching for half an hour without success, and without waiting for Grandpa to retaliate...

Instead, a bunch of enemies ridiculously came knocking on our door!

He came over after I had been drinking, wanting to kill me!

Do these enemies he didn't kill not know that once he drank it, he wouldn't even consider the option of showing mercy?

Following the last time C137 Morty insisted on going to the P850 universe, C137 stopped drinking until the battle of wits ended, which is rare for him to maintain a period of sobriety.

I never expected that the arrival of this enemy and the start of alcohol numbing my brain would be synchronized so perfectly.

I just drank... ten pounds of strong liquor!!!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

If you insist on choosing this moment to seek your own death, then you may all die!

Once the alcohol took effect, C137 didn't care about anything else. He pulled out his gun and started killing indiscriminately. Even if innocent people might be harmed along the way, he had no intention of stopping.

In short, just kill them all!

From the damn aliens to the damn masked men, then to giant cockroaches, or even robots—basically anything he recognized or didn't recognize—in the end, almost none of them were left standing.

However, this is, after all, a metal death star inhabited by 20 billion people.

The extremely vast area gave some races that were good at rapidly producing units the opportunity to directly drill through the walls of the metal Death Star with the bows of their spaceships, which were specifically designed to deal with certain permanent interstellar structures.

Then everything in sight was used as material for mass production of troops.

From people to things, they use everything.

However, no matter how quickly you mass produce troops, you can't just scatter beans to create soldiers. It all takes time. So, after C137 cleared out a group of enemies, he found that there was nothing left to kill around him.

Standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones, C137 stared blankly ahead at Morty, whose right foot was planted on an alien head and whose eyes held a smile.

"Tsk, it really was you. P850 would never be so impulsive in anything he does; he always plans carefully before acting. Only you would do something so hasty."

"As you can see, it's all about winning."

Morty shrugged and said this in a relaxed tone, then showed C137 the statue he had taken in the chaos, as well as the Tzeentch he had released.