Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

To prove that you have obtained everything you wanted.

Even if the price to be paid for this is very high.

It even ended up on C137's kill list.

Also worth it.

Because... you bunch of shitty old men had better remember this today!

When you think you're smart enough to control everything in this world, don't forget that everyone has the power to overturn the table. Even if they can't kill you, they can still splash you with water!

Playing with this dual-simulation illusion, you're having a lot of fun playing tricks on me, aren't you?

Then I'll gather all your enemies here, so don't get angry with me.

You can also gather my enemies together and hurt each other!

right?

"Alright, now that I've obtained the statue, but considering the rules of the game, you and Grandpa must meet for the game to officially end."

"So, Grandpa, where are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa, who had been hiding in the shadows, calmly walked out. Having used only robots from the beginning and played a game of wits with them, he took the statue and then proudly raised an eyebrow at C137.

That expression seemed to be saying...

It's a battle of wits!

But it didn't say we couldn't shift the blame while simultaneously profiting from the disaster, did it?

It didn't say we can't use other people's help, did it?

As long as the bottom line is set low enough, one can disregard gentlemanly conduct...

You disagree?

You can also compare the lower limit!

"Okay...very good. I admit I overestimated your bottom line. I didn't expect you to be the one who cared about nothing but achieving your goal."

"So, I lost."

Looking forward to our next match.

Goodbye, funny Morty.

C137's decisive surrender instantly halved Morty's enjoyment; he still wanted to see C137's furious reaction.

As a result, this guy simply admitted defeat.

They didn't give him any more opportunities to perform.

However, C137 is C137 after all. Having suffered this loss, he asked his grandfather to try using the teleportation gun, only to find that it was no longer usable.

Meanwhile, Morty finally realized that C137 and his men had already fled.

Clearly, long before these enemies came knocking on his door, while he was watching from the shadows, C137 had already killed them and sent them away at the same time.

"Jesus! Let's run!"

"Isn't that obvious? What do you want? To stay and fight those enemies of C137 until the world turns upside down?"

Grandpa, who always left himself a way out, didn't say much. He took Morty and headed straight for the escape spaceship he had prepared, heading towards the multidimensional customs of the C111 universe.

The intense but brief battle of wits ended with Morty summoning C137's enemies and forcibly securing a victory.

Sitting atop his spaceship, savoring the joy of victory, Morty, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied, lamented, "It would have been better if I'd made him look a bit more disheveled. Just having him kill a few people doesn't feel quite right."

Grandpa, who was piloting the spaceship, glanced sideways at the guy sitting to his right, whose ideas were becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Then what do you want?"

"You want to see him surrounded and humiliated by a group of people, preferably kneeling in blood, his face devoid of its usual composure."

"At this point, you walk up to him again, and with the most disdainful tone and the most nonchalant words, deny everything about him?"

Upon hearing this, Morty gave a thumbs up.

As expected of Grandpa, look at his writing skills! Look at the incredibly precise description! It's almost...

"Then you'll die a horrible death. I guarantee that the torture that C167 has suffered over the years will be as easy as a massage compared to the torture you're about to face."

"Every infuriating and unsolvable problem is like a spark igniting a forest, eventually turning into a terrifying fire that never receives rain, just like..."

"So what do you mean?"

Grandpa didn't take Morty's interruption to heart. He paused for a few seconds and then expressed his opinion on the matter in the simplest terms.

"You can make C137 suffer, but you absolutely cannot become someone he hates. He's like John Wick in John Wick; you can curse him, you can look down on him, but you absolutely cannot break into his house, steal his car, or kill his dog."

"In other words, we can't break into his house, in the place where he feels safest right now, to slander Grandma Diane, or kill C137 Morty, and the rest of his family... Jesus! What do you take me for? When did I ever go crazy like this?"

"What you just did, aren't you crazy?"

"Alright, alright, I know what's going on, whether it's crazy or not. What are we going to do next? Go to the Cthulhu world?"

"No, you should rest for a while first. It's best to get yourself back on track. Once you cross certain lines, you'd better take the time to learn how to cross them again. Otherwise, if you encounter a similar situation next time, you'll just act according to habit, which won't be good for either of us."

Chapter 323 How do I get married?

After passing through multidimensional customs without any obstruction, they easily returned to the C167 universe.

Morty hadn't expected that Grandpa's suggestion of adjusting his state would come true.

It turned out to be...

A heartwarming moment between Jerry and his son!

Upon returning home, her grandfather ordered her to return to school life for a period of time, and to maintain a good relationship with Jerry and preserve her inner balance.

Would Morty be happy about that?

I have no objection to you asking me to go back to school. Anyway, I can easily handle all those kids with one hand right now.

If you can't control it, then just carry it out humanely!

If it's about studying...

I've already decided to live with my grandpa, so what's the point of me studying?

Does the school teach me how to build Veronica and Skrull warships?

With just these two things, I could swindle funding for ten years in any country that hasn't yet set foot in interstellar space, achieve fame and fortune until retirement, and then, because of my incorrigible lust, ruin my reputation in my later years... cough cough!

However, she maintained a good relationship with Jerry.

Isn't this just too...too torturous?

"Um, before you two start arguing, could I say something? I think we should head back too, since you're not really on our side."

In the living room, C137 Beth and C137 Morty, who had been sitting silently on the sofa watching the two sides about to start arguing, said at the same time, "Now that your feud is over..."

Shouldn't you let us go back now?

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I've been away these past few days and almost forgot you two were here."

"I'll take you both back right away and then bring my Beth back."

Just as Grandpa was about to open the portal, he saw a portal open in the living room, and Beth and C137 appeared in the living room at the same time as they walked out of the other end of the portal.

We met again three or four hours later.

C137 was already drunk, talking and hiccuping incessantly, with drool still dripping from his mouth, just like before. Holding a half-full bottle of liquor, he waved to C137 Morty and C137 Beth, then turned halfway and entered the other side of the portal.

With a hint of recklessness, Morty asked, "I thought you'd shoot me first when you saw me."

Grandpa: "..."

Sangmei: "..."

Jerry: "..."

Upon hearing this, C137 silently turned around and, with his blurry, drunken eyes, tried very hard to find Morty.

It was as if he heard someone's voice but couldn't see the person speaking at all.

After searching for a few seconds, he spotted Morty's C137 and suddenly took a big step forward, which startled Morty.

"cut..."

C137 glanced down at Morty with disdain, then waved to the other two and returned to the C137 universe with them.

Once the portal closed, Grandpa stood solemnly in front of Morty, his face dark, and said, "For the rest of the time, don't go to the Cthulhu world. You should just focus on learning how to control your mouth in front of Jerry!"

"Jesus! You weren't like this before! I really don't know how you suddenly became so aggressive!"

"Morty, your aggressiveness is too much; it's not a good thing!"

Grandpa left those last words and headed towards the garage.

To Morty, this appearance was tantamount to telling him that someone was planning to do something secretly behind his back again.

However, the voice that Tzeentch rang in his mind forced him to stop.

"Don't bother him. Solve your own problems first. You're too agitated this time. You still think C137 is nothing special and that he's someone you can provoke at will."

"If it weren't for your grandfather protecting you, you wouldn't be so lucky next time."

"Take my advice: don't bother Grandpa or anyone else right now. Everyone is in a precarious situation."

"Relax a little. Don't you feel tired right now?"

"You need to rest. Look at the bloodshot in the whites of your eyes; you haven't slept for almost a week."

Despite Tzeentch's persistent persuasion, Morty hesitated repeatedly before finally suppressing his ever-growing desires and turning to walk towards his room.

However, when he entered the room and opened the window to get some fresh air, the view outside almost made his old back hurt.

Red flags were flying everywhere.

American-style mansion + red flags everywhere?

This... seems to be related to the storm-removing effect from the previous bad status event...

As a result, the C167 universe has now become a planet where red flags fly. Global unification, which humanity has never achieved in tens of thousands of years, was accomplished during one of his and his grandfather's space baths.