Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Hearing the words of the supreme ruler of the survival world, who said that one should not put all one's eggs in one basket and that one should prepare a Plan A and a Plan B even when resurrecting, Morty suddenly became interested.

"Would you like me to try out this resurrection device?"

Chapter 325 I'm going back to film season six.

C137 is working on Project Phoenix, and Grandpa also needs to get a resurrection device. In addition, he is almost immune to most physical damage. If he can have three layers of survival measures, then...

Morty felt that he could give this a try.

Anyway, Grandpa definitely wouldn't let him get involved in the live news broadcast on Ruicheng TV just now.

Even if they insisted on leaving, they would have no idea where C137 had already escaped to.

So instead of chasing after C137, let's stay here, work with Grandpa to implement the third life-saving measure, and wait for C137 and Dark Mo to finish what needs to be done!

So, Morty and his grandfather began experimenting with his grandfather's version of Project Phoenix.

C137 was sitting in the VIP room of Ruicheng TV station, drinking heavily while having Rick in a suit, whom Morty had met before, report on the extent of the news's spread.

After listening to the other person's words, C137 waved his hand, telling the guy to get lost, and then, under C137 Morty's puzzled gaze, said to you, "Hiccup~ What are you thinking about? Are you hoping the plot of season one will be shown to you again?"

"I... hiccup~ Let me put it this way!"

"Rick City, or rather this fucking Rick Council, arrested me in the first season, and then in the fifth season, there was a scene where they submitted to me because they were terrified of me..."

"It seems contradictory, doesn't it?"

"Back then, I killed a bunch of people who were terrified of me. Countless Ricks died, and they knelt before me begging for mercy. Now that more than a dozen Ricks have died, how dare they come to arrest me?"

"Pah! Due to the limited length of the show, and the fact that the lousy director himself didn't know if Rimo would be popular and was worried that the show would be canceled, there was no way to make a next season. So my backstory was all added later!"

"So you bastards spend all day analyzing this and that, doing reading comprehension exercises, trying to grasp the central themes of the characters, aren't you tired of it?"

"Alright! I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore!"

"And that damn author, stop making me appear here! The show needs me, the comics need me, the novels need me! I'm all alone, and I have to rush around to five, six, seven, or eighty events a year! I don't want to stay here and play some bullshit games with that scheming Rick and that increasingly insane Morty!"

"You've already returned Grandpa's Diana to him, when are you going to...'" (Text deleted)

Seeing C137 getting more and more excited, his mouth suddenly seemed to be forcibly covered, and he couldn't make a sound. C137 Morty, who was enjoying VIP treatment on his first visit to Ruicheng, asked with concern how the old man was doing.

After having his mouth forcibly covered for a while, C137 breathed a sigh of relief after realizing he could speak, and with a complicated expression, reached out and rubbed C137 Morty's head.

"It's nothing, just a 'text deletion' conversation with some dog, just a conversation with some handsome and dashing person about reducing working hours!"

"Ok?"

"Alright, after I finish filming my dark Mo scenes here, I'll head back to the more 'family-friendly' serious drama. Season 6 is about to start filming, so I'll stay there for a while before considering returning to this set!"

"During this time, you should stay with your family and enjoy a wonderful holiday without me around!"

After C137 finished speaking, he stood up, listened to the noise outside the door, and confirmed that there was nothing of the sort waiting outside.

He took out the teleportation gun, opened a portal, and then realized he couldn't get through.

He sneered at the ceiling: "Seriously? Do you know what will happen to you if I frequently disappear in season six? You'll be torn to pieces by Remo fans! You piece of trash with a Douban rating of 2.0, you've got some nerve! You believe that the day I show up, you're dead meat?"

After threatening the sky a few times, and seeing that the portal could be used again, C137 didn't even bring C137 Morty. He walked straight to the one-eyed Morty, also known as Dark Morty.

This little rascal with the sinister smile really gave me a big fright.

Because... how could that be!

How did you find this place?!

"Jesus! You! How did you find this place?"

"Fuck you! I'm already working too many hours lately, and with season six starting to film soon, I simply don't have time to waste with you any longer!"

"What? What? What are you talking about?" Dark Mo was completely bewildered, having no idea that C137, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, was spouting nonsense.

What sixth season? What working hours?

But he knew what a slap felt like...

Snapped!

C137 slapped Dark Mo hard across the face, turning his left cheek red and knocking off his eye patch with the control device.

"Listen to me!"

"The next part of the story is that you're supposed to use that fake Rick to fight me head-on, but I'm completely uninterested in continuing this act, so here's the plan!"

“From now on, you will set a trap to frame Grandpa for killing N Ricks, and then the two of you will fight each other to the death. But in this struggle, none of the three of you can die, understand?”

Dark Mo: "???"

Seeing that the guy was still completely bewildered, C137 sighed in exasperation and yelled angrily, "Fuck! I'm not going to deal with you anymore! Rick Sanchez! Out!"

After saying his last words, C137 gave Dark Morty a thumbs up, then took C137 Morty back to the C137 universe, leaving the latter behind before making his escape.

As for where they went...

Let's talk about it after season six is ​​finished filming!

If you bother me again, I'll kill myself!

C137 arrived quickly and left quickly. Dark Mo, who was completely bewildered, gradually came to his senses, closed his eyes, and vigorously rubbed his temples.

Looking at his carefully planned secret base and the caves where Morty was imprisoned, he suddenly felt that it all seemed rather dull.

What could be better than someone you've been secretly plotting against for a long time?

Suddenly, he ran up to me, slapped himself hard across the face, threw my conspiracy on the ground like dog poop, and then said he wasn't playing with me anymore...

fuck!

C137, who do you think you are?!

You arrogant, complacent, and alcoholic old man.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Screw the outside world, I'm going to kill you right now!

You son of a bitch, you really think you're so great?

Enraged, Dark Mo smashed everything around him that he could find to vent his anger.

He calmed down again.

As someone who is almost superhuman in Morty, his intelligence is no less than any Rick, and can even be compared to C137.

This is his ability, and it's also why he can analyze things from the other person's words after calming down.

"So...all of this was fake?"

"He's going back to the set of season six..."

"Then what exactly is real?"

Dark Morty thought of Grandpa and Morty, which were mentioned by C137 before he left.

The truth might lie with the two of them?

Chapter 326 Don't you think I need to contribute?

"Grandpa, are you sure this life-saving device of yours is reliable?"

"Don't worry! Have you forgotten that in our C167 universe, people can become souls after death?"

"Jesus! Is this your safety net for failure??? What if my soul gets destroyed? Have you even considered that possibility?"

"Damn, I can't say anything if you're cautious about other things, after all, caution is always the best policy. But this is...this is scientific research! If science isn't bold and instead tries to be as conservative as possible, what kind of breakthroughs do you expect?"

Grandpa's approach to dealing with that little rascal who wanted to participate in the development of the resurrection device but was overly cautious and worried that the experiment might go wrong and kill someone else was always to handle it simply.

Take it or leave it.

"Fine... then I'll... fuck! Why is there another portal?!"

In less than a day, another portal appeared in the house, and Morty couldn't help but wonder if Grandpa had become a complete fraud since Grandma Diane's successful resurrection.

Otherwise, how come our place is like a road, where anyone can come and go as they please?

Are there any measures to counter or reduce the occurrence of this situation?

Now everyone treats this place like their own home?

Come and go as you please?

Wait... why is it Morty coming over?

Fuck! One-eyed bastard! Damn it! It's Dark Mordred!

The next second, as Morty, the one-eyed dragon, walked through the portal, alarm bells rang in Morty's mind. He drew his Azure Dragon Blade, and the four evil gods, along with a bunch of cannon fodder, filled the entire garage.

"Alright, if I came here to kill people, why would I waste my breath talking to you?"

Dark Morty impatiently dissed Morty, and also looked down on Morty, who had recently been praised by many people in the multiverse with his grandfather, for having such poor self-control.

If you attack me the moment you see me, then I'll respect you as a ruthless, decisive, and swift person.

Or, if you see me and act as if you've met a long-time friend, showing great manners and magnanimity by inviting me to sit down and have a cup of tea, I will also respect you as a gentleman.

But you've brought out such a bunch of cannon fodder, and you've put on a fighting stance, yet you haven't made a move yet, instead glancing at Grandpa every now and then.

This makes you seem like Grandpa's lackey.

It was precisely because he was unwilling to accept Morty's position and questioned why he should become Rick's lackey that he embarked on a completely different path as the dark Morty.

He sneered, "It seems that those who have recently risen to fame are nothing more than tools, still just following orders."

"Alright, good dog, step back. You've already proven your worth to your owner. Now it's time for human-to-human communication."

Enraged, Morty could hardly stand it upon hearing this.

"So you're the only one with a mouth, huh?!"

With a single slash of his longsword, he aimed at Dark Morty. Instead of dodging, Morty lazily yawned and asked Morty with a disdainful look.

"You've adventured through so many universes, have you never encountered a Soul-Absorbing Stone before?"

"If you've read any history books, you should know that Soul-Absorbing Stones have been used countless times throughout history to deal with soul-based beings like you."