Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"..."

Upon hearing this, Morty immediately realized that someone had not only misunderstood him, but also thought that he had made some prior preparations.

WTF?

Do I look like the kind of person who drives all the time?

Driving a vehicle on the road is something that depends a lot on the situation.

If the road surface is bumpy, has ditches, or is not paved with cement, it will affect the smoothness and comfort of driving. If the driver is preoccupied, this kind of driving experience will make them inattentive throughout the entire journey.

Morty was a distracted driver at that moment.

Although the car next to me had gold-painted windows, two large headlights, and a pure white exterior with three exhaust pipes, it was a great car that made me want to drive it at 120 km/h.

But... excuse me, my mind is not on that at all right now!

"You've been with Grandpa for so long, don't you know what kind of person he is?"

"If he wants to harm you, you're doomed no matter what. If he doesn't want to harm you, then why do you always want to know what's going to happen next?"

"It's like this: if you know a car is going to hit you, would you rather know beforehand whether it hits your head or your butt, or would you rather not know at all?"

Morty: "Does your goddess never attend academic classes...?"

Morty inwardly exclaimed in disbelief at the Frost Goddess's utterly awful rhetoric, wondering if anyone in this universe could be even more eloquent than himself.

However, there's a tiny bit of truth to what they're thinking.

What if I know it myself?

In any other situation, I could argue with my grandfather, but right now it's a conflict between him and C137, and nothing I say can change the fact that this car is heading straight for me.

Besides, with all the 'old flames' here, there's no need to go into any more detail about certain things.

Let's go, young man!

Arriving at the garage with the Frost Goddess, Morty saw a Hummer with a silver gradient paint job, a pure black SUV, a beige sports car, a cool white seven-seater family sports car, and even a Harley-Davidson motorcycle produced in the same factory.

One after another, there were amazing cars, with big headlights, small headlights, single exhaust pipes, dual exhaust pipes, and triple exhaust pipes—so many that Morty could practically put on a car show.

As an experienced driver, Morty has never liked driving small cars where you can easily press the accelerator. He prefers large vehicles like Hummers and SUVs because they have plenty of horsepower and are fast. The feeling of power and speed when you step on the gas is something that every driver finds addictive and enjoyable.

But that doesn't mean small cars aren't fun.

Small cars are synonymous with agility and maneuverability. In all racing scenarios, a nimble small car, in the hands of an experienced driver, can achieve true harmony between driver and car, like a nimble snake.

Forward, backward, left turn, right turn.

Without the tension of controlling a behemoth like in a large vehicle, you can experience the ultimate smooth driving pleasure on a track that you can control.

Morty first inserted the car key into a Hummer, then stepped on the gas. Familiar with automatic transmissions, rather than manual, he shifted the gears up one by one.

Once on the highway, he quickly increased his speed to about 120 km/h, and a strong wind filled with the fragrance of flowers rushed towards him.

Then came the summer heatwave.

Since the Hummer didn't have an air conditioner, Morty could only drive through the heatwave of the flower-scented vehicle, feeling as if he were on the vast plains of the American Midwest.

An endless plain, scorching heat, sweating, and the ever-growing roar of engines.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The overheated engine was already pushing the gauges on the dashboard toward the dangerous red zone, but Morty wasn't going to stop there.

Just like every experienced driver.

If you don't race and push your car to its limits, then why be an experienced driver?

Ultimately, the Hummer, with its engine overheating, broke down on the Great Plains.

However, for Morty, who had a spare motorcycle, this was just a minor incident in the heatwave, as he switched to two Harley-Davidson motorcycles produced by the same manufacturer.

Morty, who had assumed a squatting position, gripped the steering wheels of the two motorcycles with both hands and began to accelerate with considerable effort.

Despite having one driving experience.

For Morty, facing two Harley motorcycles at the same time is still a great test of his core muscles and the endurance of his thighs, to see if he can keep both motorcycles firmly under control.

Fortunately, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

With the power of the Lord of Will, Morty first rode the Harley motorcycle on the left, while continuing to control the throttle of the motorcycle on the right with his right hand.

Then keep the speed of the two motorcycles at a speed with an error of less than 0.1 yards.

Having completely taken control of the situation, Morty floored the accelerator, causing the motorcycle's three exhaust pipes to simultaneously emit white smoke and noise.

"Go! Go! Go!!!"

While Morty was busy driving, Grandpa was drinking a bottle of strong liquor while talking to a third person in the room.

"Rick, Rick, this is the second time you've come to see me in just one week. What happened?"

The mysterious old eucalyptus tree man blinked his withered, wood-like eyes and asked his grandfather in a curious and puzzled tone what had happened.

"Things have gotten a bit out of control. C137 is now out of control. He's realized I'm trying to lead him down a different path, so he's starting to act unpredictably."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to force my way into the second phase of the plan while simultaneously calming him down and making him less uncontrollable."

"This is going to be difficult..."

"Otherwise, why would I have called you here?"

Chapter 343 Tranquilizer

The number of intelligent beings in the universe may be infinite, but plant-type intelligent beings, if we include trees that only have some neural responses, are even more limited.

Their numbers far exceed those of infinite intelligent beings.

The sheer number of plants determines their base in the multiverse, and when that number accumulates to a certain level, it triggers a qualitative change.

The old eucalyptus tree people are one of the best examples of this qualitative change.

He was also a good friend of his grandfather.

Unlike Stein, who was half a henchman and half a friend, the old eucalyptus man had a completely equal relationship with his grandfather, and that's why he was able to have such a status.

The eucalyptus helmet he gave Morty last time was just something he made on a whim.

The incredibly powerful old eucalyptus tree man also has a personality similar to Rick's. In other words, can you please stop bothering me with your business?

Do I look fucking bored?

Why do you Ricks always have to drag outsiders into your business?

Who doesn't know that you Ricks are always fighting like gods and no one dies, while it's always us outsiders who die?

"Hey! You know perfectly well what kind of insane things C137 is capable of once it stops maintaining a stable state."

"Right now, besides the sedatives you have, there's nothing else that can stop this train."

"So if you help me, the universe will remain peaceful, but if you don't help me, then we'll all die together in the end!"

After Grandpa finished speaking, the old eucalyptus tree man stared at him for a full minute, until he felt a chill run down his spine, before slowly saying, "This is the last time. This is the last time I'll help you for free. If you ask me for help again next time, you'll have to pay many times the price!"

After Grandpa pointed heavily, within a few seconds...

The air throughout the entire metal Death Star was filled with a peculiar floral scent. Anyone who smelled this scent, regardless of what they were doing or what emotions they were in, would become calm the moment they first smelled it.

Even while driving, Morty completely calmed down.

The floral scent was ultimately intended for C137. After calming down and looking at the chaotic metal Death Star, he realized he had orchestrated this whole thing...

So boring!

Why would I do something so pointless?

It's so boring.

Why should I engage in a battle of wits with that P850 guy?

"Jesus! I've wasted so much time on such a boring thing. I'd better go back and watch some drama!"

He casually pulled out a teleportation gun, opened a portal back to the C137 universe, and then took the relieved C137 home.

They left behind a bewildered native of the Metal Death Star, and a group of Ricks who suddenly found the whole thing rather boring.

As Ricks left one by one, Morty emerged from the garage and saw the Metal Death Star returning to calm. His first instinct was to check his own body to see if any parts were missing.

After confirming that he was alright, Morty, looking puzzled, ran to find his grandfather, but ended up being transported back to universe C167 through a portal.

Even after he sat down on the sofa, he still had no idea what had happened outside while he was driving.

"Grandpa, what happened outside back then..."

"Take a good rest. That was probably your last happy time for a while. Next, we'll be traveling to planet after planet, meeting master after master, and forging you into the strongest Morty in terms of combat power."

"???"

Grandpa's words jumped so quickly that even Morty, who thought he was used to his style, was completely confused at first.

I'm asking what exactly happened on the Metal Death Star.

Tell me what will happen next?

Are you hard of hearing?

Are you deaf?

Do you need to put some sulfuric acid in your ear and clean it thoroughly?

"Alright, none of what you're imagining happened. Have you forgotten that this battle was proposed by C137 himself?"

"I never intended to outwit him from the beginning. I just finished what I was doing and was ready to go home."

"So the problem isn't with me, it's with him. You need to understand that."

"Secondly, that bastard C137 likes to slack off all the time, likes to break down walls, and even messes around on certain issues, as you've seen in the simulator results."

So that's how it is.

"I found a way to make him obediently go back and continue killing time, like pressing the pause button on a nuclear explosion, stopping the nuclear bomb that should have exploded at the atomic level."

"What we need to do next is improve your strength."