Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

swoosh~

Just before the incredibly fast longsword was about to land on Morty's shoulder amidst Dark Morty's unhurried words, a powerful suction force pulled the Azure Dragon Blade directly from Morty's hand.

Then, Dark Mo took out the black Soul-Absorbing Stone from his pocket and quickly swung it at a 180-degree angle in front of him.

All the mental entities within a two-meter radius were sucked into the stone.

"Alright, I'm here to discuss serious matters. If you want to fight, we can do it after we've finished talking."

After proving with a stone that he wasn't worried about Morty causing him any harm, Dark Morty looked at his grandfather, yearning for an answer, and no longer wanting to waste any more time on Morty.

“C137 said he’s going to film a sixth season and won’t be back here for a long time. He also wants me to come and help you finish this show. What does that mean?”

"Could it be... that I and all of you are just puppets in a stage play?"

"Huh? What? What do you mean?"

Grandpa's expression hadn't changed much, but Morty couldn't hold back any longer. He already had a lot of psychological trauma because of the "Morty's Pokémon Show".

Now, Dark Mo has come looking for them, but instead of adopting a hostile stance, he directly asks what C137 meant by those words.

stage...

puppet...

Is all of this just another show?

fuck!

What's the point of my life then?!

It's completely meaningless!!!

Originally, he was thinking about how to fool Dark Morty's grandfather, but when he saw Morty on his side, he showed signs of about to collapse.

He quickly said, "Relax, relax, C137 and I reached a secret agreement from the very beginning..."

"What agreement?" Dark Mo, who wasn't deaf, pressed on relentlessly.

"What's it to you? You have no right to get involved. Go back to being a background character."

Because of the sudden appearance of Dark Mo, some things that should have been discussed later were forced to be discussed now. How could Grandpa not be angry?

If it weren't for certain things on his mind, Grandpa would have loved to use the antimatter annihilation cannon to turn this little bastard to ashes in front of everyone.

What do you want to know, and what does it have to do with me?

Do I have any obligation to answer any of your questions?

"Alright, it's time for you to leave. After all, uninvited guests are never welcome, and I hope you understand that."

"Really? What about this Morty? Don't forget your grandson beside you; everything about him is quite the uninvited guest."

Seeing the shocked expressions on the grandfather and grandson's faces, a sly smile appeared on Dark Mo's face.

"That's right, I know everything. You think I wouldn't have investigated all those things thoroughly before taking action, right?"

"I was there when you were in Hermuel. Otherwise, where do you think Jerry, who suddenly appeared in Hermuel, came from?"

"Yes, I've been observing your pair, as well as the C137 pair. Both of you seem to have the so-called protagonist's destiny, which is the most puzzling thing..."

"What kind of world can accommodate four main characters?"

"Now that I have your answer, I guess this is a world from an anime, movie, or novel—basically, a cage!"

"And you and C137 both want to escape from this cage."

"So...you don't think you need me to contribute as well?"

Chapter 327 The Discovery of Ruicheng Research Institute

Strong liquor...

It has always been intended for those who love strong liquor, those who want to numb their mind, and those who desperately need to calm their emotions.

Besides that...

Nobody is so idle as to drink something that makes it impossible for you to maintain a normal state for several hours.

Well, Morty now belongs to the third category.

Because of the damned nature of the mind, Morty needs to drink three pounds of strong liquor before he can begin to numb his brain and enter that relaxed yet extremely uncontrollable state.

ton ton ton~

So he drank like he was drinking water, downing a full six pounds of strong liquor, and finally got a little drunk.

He slammed the barrel down, wiped his mouth, and sat outside the garage. As he drank and basked in the sun, he looked at the red flag hanging in front of the house across the street, and a sense of magical realism washed over him.

Who could have imagined that the storm of negative conditions would cause Ame in this world to disintegrate and allow China to take over all of its territory?

Life is truly unpredictable...

But what's even more unpredictable are those two guys behind him...

After Grandpa and Dark Mo revealed one of their cards to each other, the two of them actually got together and started doing some research!

And as a member of the slacker class in this family.

Morty, who only knows how to use a wrench, tighten screws, and copy homework, is naturally not qualified to participate in the research and development of cutting-edge technology.

So what can he do?

Of course, it's about drinking!

ton ton ton~

How can we get through this without drinking some alcohol?

Relying on alcohol to calm his mind, Morty lazily basked in the sun. Like all terrestrial creatures, the warm and comforting feeling of the sunlight on his body made Morty's whole body relax.

This long-lost sense of relaxation made him sleepy.

However, he still cautiously asked Tzeentch if he would play tricks on him in his dreams this time.

Tzeentch: "Am I crazy? If I let you push the boundaries again and have as much fun as Grandpa and C137, I'll never dare to look at your memories again!"

Morty: "You shouldn't have looked at my memories in the first place."

After confirming that the mischievous creature wouldn't cause trouble in his dreams this time, Morty let sleepiness take hold and drifted off to sleep.

When he wakes up...

An adult version of Morty, along with his grandfather leaning on a cane, gave him a fright.

"Ah!! Holy crap! What's going on! Tzeentch! Here we go again!!! Holy crap! This isn't fun at all!!!"

Grandpa coughed heavily and said earnestly, "Motty, you slept for almost ten years, my dear grandson, you finally woke up before Grandpa passed away! Waaah!"

Morty: "???"

Morty, who simply couldn't believe that he had slept for ten years and still had the physique of a minor, raised his fist the size of a sandbag and threatened, "You can rephrase your words!"

"Fine, fine, you really have absolutely no sense of humor."

Seeing that Morty was going to take it seriously, Grandpa took out a remote control and rewound his and Dark Morty's ages back to their previous state.

"I only slept for a short while, and you two have already developed a time travel system... You already know how to travel through time! What the heck! Weren't you two researching how to travel to the real world?"

"So the result was a one-click aging solution?"

Grandpa: "One-click...aging..."

Dark Morty: "You, Morty, aside from everything else, have inherited some of Rick's signature witty remarks."

Grandpa naturally wouldn't allow Morty to question his second-tier level of scientific research.

In response to that 'one-click aging' comment, this is for a certain academic underachiever.

Grandpa took a blackboard and, with chalk and knowledge, began to destroy Morty's mental world.

"First of all! Now that some things have been laid bare, Morty, I can tell you definitively that we do live in a 2D world, or rather, a two-dimensional world. In short, describe it however you like."

"Forehead..."

"So, since we live in a world that is one dimension lower than the real world, what exactly are we? And what are we made of?"

"emmmmm..."

"Numbers, code, a string of memories living in the human brain, another Rick and Morty copied from C137, do you still remember them in your mind?"

"I remember...that place seems to have a bunch of manifestations of the thoughts of intelligent beings..."

“Yes! I spent an afternoon researching with Dark Mo, and after comparing the information C137 provided with a large amount of information about our area, I can confirm one thing with 100% certainty... and that is…”

"What is it... tell me quickly!"

"It will be very difficult for us to escape."

"..."

Ugh! My temper is raging! Lord of Willpower!!! Complete Form!!! Azure Dragon Blade!!! The Four Evil Gods!!!

"Go to hell! Rick Sanchez!!! I've had enough of you, you old mille-feuille!!!"

When the entire state of Colorado saw four ancient demons, plus an even more evil and twisted monster, appear in the sky.

Those who witnessed this scene all thought the end of the world had come.

The power from the half-Old Ones inadvertently poured ear-piercing, manic sounds into everyone's ears, affecting their brains.

"I quit! This lousy job, whoever wants it can do it! The world's ending is here! I'm going to rise! This is the path to Blackjack's rise!!! I'm going to wield a double-barreled shotgun and conquer this... uh... what happened?"

"The world is ending! Die! You old hag! I've put up with you for so long! Always whining! Can't you speak properly?! Take this!!! Uh... what did I just... do..."

"My house!!! How could I have been so foolish as to burn it down!!!"

Well, Morty, who only stayed in the sky for a few seconds before disappearing, had no idea that his appearance not only reignited the evil side of humanity but also sowed the seeds for the upcoming world war.

A young man who had just transmigrated to this world was knocked unconscious with a baseball bat before he could even marvel at it.

He was then brutally beaten until he vomited blood. He still couldn't understand what was so worthwhile about his transmigration.

Getting eliminated immediately after landing shouldn't be this fast...

"No... my protagonist dream, my system, my mansion, my luxury cars, my beautiful women..."