Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

In this regard, the best proof is that Morty learned about the story of C137 Morty and that unfortunate guy in the first episode of season five through the simulator.

The portal opened, then closed instantly...

After driving an entire civilization to that state, they still had to wipe them out...

Do you freaking need that little bit of energy fluid?!

Is he really that stingy?

With the screen opening and closing in seconds, the time on the other side naturally changes dramatically!

So when Morty and Grandpa ran away, they turned the device on and off instantly, giving the Ruicheng commando team absolutely no chance of catching up with them in the chase.

Morty, currently in a tropical rainforest, is discussing with his grandfather how the Metal Death Star will deal with C137.

The two then opened a portal and went to the Metal Death Star.

Upon arriving here...

Good guy!

Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, and more Rick.

A bunch of Ricks dressed in completely different ways dazzled Morty, who almost thought he had entered a Rick museum.

If it weren't for the stench in the air being just too irresistible...

"What's going on? Did C137 deliberately set this up?"

"It's possible... but there are a few guys among them that look familiar, and they don't seem like the robots he created. Let's disguise ourselves first."

Because the situation was too strange, Grandpa decided to disguise his identity first before making a decision.

Grandpa casually pulled a large beard from his pocket and put it on his mouth, then tossed Morty a suit and a pair of sunglasses.

After the former changed into a suit, the two, who looked more like bodyguard Remo and his grandson, promptly blended into Rick's group.

Grandpa, who was adept at dealing with this situation, greeted others with a smile while carefully gathering information.

until...

"Everyone! Welcome to the Metal Death Star Conquest! I know you're all probably wondering why someone like me would suddenly be organizing a competition..."

"To be honest... I'm so bored, I want to do something."

"Since you're all just as bored as I am, let's do something exciting. I know you're all just killing time anyway. As for the reward... it's the ultimate Rick! You bunch of losers are definitely going to beat me! So let's begin!"

Chapter 338 Trust My Adaptability

"Tch, bringing in a bunch of Ricks to try and disrupt my rhythm?"

"Compared to that ruthless move just now, this is at best mediocre..."

"That nine-golden dragon statue was going to be in C137's hands from the very beginning. Those idiot Ricks who aren't actually Ricks really think that by getting involved in this game, they can become the ultimate Rick... It just shows that staying in Rick City has made them stupid."

"Our next step is to figure out how to get that Nine Golden Dragons statue from C137."

Hidden among Ricks was a group of old men from the Metal Death Star natives, who disdainfully glanced at the restless Ricks, who were actually just supporting characters.

You bunch of idiots who were tricked into coming here by C137, you're a bunch of fools to begin with, and fools still think they can win.

How ridiculous!

"If he can do the first day of the month, then we'll do the fifteenth and lure Dark Mo into it too, shall we?"

The next second, he almost got a stroke from Morty's words.

Fishing in troubled waters is already difficult enough, and you're making it even more difficult, making the situation even more uncontrollable.

This is for my grandfather, who likes to be in control and has an almost insane desire for control.

Morty's risky approach of trying to find a glimmer of hope in the face of the uncontrollable is tantamount to playing with fire, so he simply cannot accept it.

But Morty was extremely tough and persuasive at this moment, as if he had finally ushered in a rare moment of glory in front of his grandfather.

"Think carefully, what exactly is the difference between you and me?"

"Everything you do revolves around the concept of 'stability.' You like to control all factors, are good at long-term planning, and even in this unexpected situation, you want to take a wait-and-see approach."

"But! He's C137! As Rick, who has finally started to gain fame throughout the universe, his understanding of you, from the moment he framed Stain, already shows that he knows you very well!"

"Right now, you're like a cell being examined under a microscope."

"So you still insist on doing things your own way? Let me give it a try, because you know my abilities!"

"How far can I take this?!"

After listening quietly to what Morty had to say, Grandpa hesitated. It wasn't that he hadn't considered letting Morty control the game, but the results from the simulator multiple times had already told him and Morty.

Once C137 gets tired of all this and wants to return to the TV series world, then the next step for us will be to head towards the real world.

Grandpa doesn't not want to leave, but at this stage, they simply can't do it...

Otherwise, all those countless geniuses in countless universes... never mind! I'll leave them to you!

My grandfather, who prefers long-term planning and isn't good at quick thinking, ultimately chose to give up when faced with a chaotic situation.

fuck!

It's really annoying not having any preparation time!

Grandpa's abandonment also meant that Morty could finally unleash his power. He originally wanted to discuss it with Tzeentch, but then he thought that this girl was still having fun in the C167 universe, and if he called her back, she would definitely fall out with him.

So he gave up on the idea.

Instead, he decided to rely solely on his sense of smell to act alone.

In layman's terms... adapt to changing circumstances!

First, find Dark Mo!

How to find it?

metaphysics!

When Grandpa saw Morty take out the teleportation gun and randomly input a string of coordinates, he was speechless and facepalmed. He had guessed that Morty would definitely do this.

But after witnessing it with my own eyes, I still felt a sense of unease, like I was having a heart attack.

His P850 finally has some real prestige in this universe; he can intimidate the Ruicheng Commando Team without even lifting a finger.

In the end, things turned out differently.

To accomplish something even more difficult, Morty's mystical luck is required...

So, as Morty was about to open the portal, Grandpa placed a hand on Morty's palm and said in the most somber tone of his life, "If anyone asks about this in the future, you must say it was my idea. We can't let outsiders think we're a bunch of dim-witted grandpa and granddaughter who just rely on luck when we're not smart enough..."

Morty: "..."

Grandpa's words left Morty completely bewildered.

On the one hand, you clearly don't have an IQ as high as C137, and now I'm relying on my luck to try my luck, and you still want to take credit for it?

On the other hand, Grandpa was also right...

If this gets out, those enemies and potential enemies who were frightened by the Bad State Storm incident will think that he and his grandfather are nothing special.

Since one has a limit and the other relies on metaphysics, we should really give it a shot.

Morty wasn't afraid of fighting, but there were just too many flies. Even if you were a lion, an elephant, or even a blue whale... cough cough! There weren't any flies in the water. In short, there were just too many annoying creatures, and anyone would have a headache.

So this whole thing...yes! It was all thanks to my cunning grandfather. His almost unparalleled strategic skills led them to find Dark Little Mo!

After the grandfather and grandson reached this agreement, they entered the portal together.

This scene was completely recorded by the C137's monitor.

C137 knew perfectly well that the obstacles posed by the Ruicheng Council were no match for Grandpa and Morty. If they could be stopped, given Ruicheng's track record, they would be doomed.

So now that you've both come, why are you leaving?

This is completely unlike Grandpa's style.

For people who always enjoy intellectually crushing their opponents, it's a different story when they encounter someone whose intelligence is being crushed.

For example, someone else outsmarts you.

That sense of intellectual defeat, coupled with a little bit of provocation and contempt for the other person's intelligence, makes them feel like bulls seeing a red cloth.

We will not give up until we achieve our goal.

The stubbornness of these people also means that they must outwit their opponents in a battle of wits.

But now Grandpa and Morty are gone!

They're not following the script at all!

Okay, it must be Morty's doing. I was originally planning to take you two down by myself, but things have changed, so I should bring Morty along.

In this special situation, C137, determined not to let himself get trapped, decisively pulled out his teleportation gun and brought C137 Morty, who was watching TV at home with C137 Jerry, over.

Quickly describe what happened to him.

"What? Rick...Rick! Why do we have to go after Morty and Rick? They seem like a nice grandfather and grandson, they both seem very kind. I don't think this is necessary at all... Why make things so tense? My relationship with Morty...he seems to like me quite a bit, we..."

"Shut up! Those two guys are just as ruthless as me... as some of the universe's greatest demons! And this is a battle of wits! A battle of wits! Understand?! It's not about killing each other! Jesus! Someone's been a little nice to you, and you're already showing them 120% affection??? You're way too easily bought off!"

Chapter 339 Are you kidding me?

Sometimes, I really don't know whether to praise your special ability or call you too shameless...

Standing on a gray rock, Grandpa gazed at the base a kilometer away, built against the mountainside, with its outer walls spiraling upwards in circles, its hands and feet firmly secured with metal, and two drilling rigs attached to its waist, constantly forcing the Mortys to scream in agony.

Five times!

Morty found this place after just five random attempts!

Damn... could it get any more unscientific?

According to probability theory, to randomly reach a specific target five times, one must first face an infinite number of universes, and each universe contains at least hundreds of billions of galaxies.

It seems the latter has a quantity, but the former determines that it is an infinite probability...

In short, being able to pinpoint the location to within a kilometer of this place with such extreme precision is simply outrageous!