Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"So, do you have any other questions?"

Morty answered with utmost honesty, "A whole bunch."

"Okay, no problem! I like your attitude of not asking too many questions!" Grandpa snapped his fingers, turned and walked towards the garage, waving to Morty as he did so.

"I... damn it... forget it! I'm too tired! I can't be bothered with it anymore!"

Now that Morty finally understood a little about Rick's spirit, he decided to stop caring and thinking about it, since he had already talked things out with his grandfather.

Leave the troubles to him!

Putting the matter out of his mind, Morty glanced around and, finding no one else in the house, went back to his room and took out his phone.

I called Sangmei.

Of all the countless relationships between Morty and Sammy, this is the most harmonious sibling relationship. Unlike other Mortys, Morty doesn't have to resort to profanity like a grumpy person every time he talks to his sister.

Instead, you can communicate with her like a normal person.

"Hey, you guys... Huh? You went out to eat? Okay... never mind, I'm back. Yes, everything over there is settled. Um... you guys want to play a family adventure?"

Upon hearing from Sangmi that they wanted to embark on a family adventure, Morty immediately hung up the phone.

Damn it... We just solved the C137 problem here through some special methods of Grandpa, and you three, having eaten and drunk your fill at home and rested up, want to go out and cause some new trouble?

Goodbye!

If you have any problems, ask Grandpa!

My teleportation gun? I gave it to Grandpa! Don't look for me!

Morty hung up the phone in a flash, lay down on the bed, and, unable to stay idle, inquired about Tzeentch's situation. When he learned that Tzeentch had joined the American underground organization and was preparing to rebuild the White House's power...

So while we were racking our brains to solve the problem of the troublesome C137 bomb, you guys were all doing your own thing...

Forget it! Just pretend I'm already dead!

After contacting only two groups of people, Morty finally decided to go to sleep, since he couldn't find anything more interesting to do anyway.

Besides, it seems that starting tomorrow, Grandpa will be taking me on a journey to learn a trade from a master, so I should just get a good night's sleep tonight...

So, Morty, fast asleep, was unaware that his grandfather in the garage was working hard to assemble a small to medium-sized machine.

When he woke up the next day and saw it in the garage, and learned its specific function, Morty exclaimed, "What the hell! Why do I still have to go to school???"

Chapter 344 Do you still remember that game where you could only live a short time?

Why do we have to go to school?

"Pfft! What? Did your nine years of compulsory education teach you how to conjure fireballs? Unleash lightning? Slay demons? Become a bully who bullies others?"

"what?"

Grandpa was sitting in a chair with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, and on the table was a bottle of liquor that was only half full.

The strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body indicated that the old man had already finished his breakfast drink and was preparing for his morning drink.

Grandpa let out a satisfied burp and gestured for Morty to quickly put on his helmet.

Why do you always like to nag and ask so many questions to get to the bottom of things?

After working together for so long, don't we even have this basic trust?

If I wanted to kill you, you would have died countless times already. I don't know how you developed this paranoia.

Hmm! Anyway, it's not my problem!

"Stop wasting time. The stronger you are, the greater your chances of survival in the future. You don't want to die on the spot when we complete the final stage of the plan, do you?"

"..."

Somewhat confused, but thinking that since it was to increase his strength, it shouldn't be a big problem, Morty picked up the helmet, put it on, and the world before his eyes appeared in a palace-like campus.

In the distance, a towering white building reaches into the clouds, topped with an enormous gemstone.

Dragon riders riding giant dragons and deer riders riding winged deer that can fly through the sky soar together in the sky.

A lean mage, dressed in a long robe and carrying a stiff staff and a book, walks alongside a burly warrior in armor on the smooth marble floor.

The fantasy world campus setting is just like that, and you're greeted by a few minotaur bosses.

Standing at 2.4 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick waists, and looking fierce and menacing, these minotaurs, who would have been qualified to collect protection money, are still studying?

What surprised Morty even more was that the other party actually intended to ask him for some money to spend...

"Hey kid, we're a bit short on cash lately, wanna lend us a hand?"

"I don't see anything about this that has anything to do with improving my strength. On the contrary, it makes me want to chop off his head and make some beef head soup..."

"What are you babbling about? Stand up straight! Open your arms! We're going to search you!"

"Fine... please just die..."

With a hint of helplessness, Morty stretched his right hand to the right, preparing to draw the Azure Dragon Blade, only to find that it didn't come out.

At that moment, the world before his eyes was put on pause.

Grandpa chewed his breakfast and said what he should have said before coming in: "Hiccup~ Do you remember that arcade we went to before, the one with the Sims-like game machine?"

"It's about you playing a character and seeing how long they can live..."

"Get to the point!" Having realized what kind of challenge he was about to face, Morty asked his grandfather to explain the modifications he had made to the game console.

"I have amplified all the dangers. Now, you cannot use the power of the Lord of Will here, because we are destined to encounter enemies in the future who can restrain this power of yours. So it's time to improve your combat power in your physical form."

"Fine...why didn't you just say so earlier?"

Hearing that his grandfather wanted him to improve his physical combat abilities, Morty finally felt relieved.

Indeed! Ever since Old Kelp led me onto the path of the Great Old Ones, I have become too reliant on this power.

It's time to improve our combat capabilities in other areas!

"Alright, I'm deactivating the time stop now. From now on, feel free to do whatever you want, whether it's retaliating, escaping, or anything else. As long as you don't die, you can move on to the next level. Understand?"

"Understood!"

Despite Grandpa's words about 'choosing to run for your life,' for Morty...

Escape?

Do you think I was that trash who just transmigrated here back then?

That guy who thinks about Rick all the time is so scary. I'm so worried I'll die. This world is too dangerous for a noob.

No! I am not the same person I used to be!

As an enhanced version of Morty Sanchez 2.0, there's nothing that would make me choose to run for my life!

Hmm! C137, please sit down! Grandpa, please sit down!

So when the time freeze was lifted, those minotaurs, whose thumbs were thicker than his arms, tried to search him for money.

Morty slapped the other person across the face and roared, "You stinking..."

boom! !

The three-second express train traveling from the east bank of the river to the west was smashed in two by the Minotaur's fist, which was as big as a watermelon, killing Morty instantly...

'Game restart~'

One second he had just taken a punch that pierced to the bone, and the next second everything started all over again. Morty, whose pain had not disappeared, grimaced and staggered a few steps.

As someone who has read a lot of online novels, Morty thinks that Grandpa's magical school life version of the "Live One More Second" game is pure torture.

Why does the pain feel so real?!

Why make it so realistic?!

When he punched me, I felt like my internal organs were about to be shattered!

Jesus!

Of course, despite his complaints, Morty had no intention of quitting the 'game', because that heavy blow just now had completely proven that Grandpa's judgment was extremely accurate.

I have indeed relied too much on the power of the Lord of Will during this period.

Having received specialized training in close combat and firearms skills on Planet Grant IV, I was now killed instantly by a single punch from a magic academy student.

Isn't this hilarious!

If his instructors found out...

They'll probably take the photo of their monthly best student off the wall, throw it into the incinerator, and then thoroughly disinfect every cubic meter to remove all bacteria.

Fuck! Cowboy!

So when the minotaurs approached Morty again, Morty, who had been trained to target large targets, displayed his agility and attempted to use close-quarters combat to strike their joints.

Then... war trampled everything!

As Morty was being thrown back by the shockwave, just as everything was about to go black, he finally understood a truth.

That means that his current body is just a level 1 blank alt, and it is almost impossible for him to solo kill a Tauren warrior who is at least level 20.

So, after being resurrected once again, Morty decisively ran out of the school.

Meanwhile, after finishing his stock of wine, Grandpa took out his teleportation gun and ran off to another place to get more.

Just then, Jerry, his face filled with worry and fear, walked in with a remote control. For some reason, the multiverse television signal had suddenly malfunctioned, and he couldn't watch his parallel universe where he had won an Oscar. As soon as he walked in, he saw Morty sitting in a chair wearing a helmet.

Startled by the helmet, he promptly closed the door, not daring to provoke his fierce son.

But Jerry is destined to be a man blessed by the god of bad luck.

The force with which he slammed the door caused a vibration that made a small component inside Morty's helmet, connected to the CPU, tilt slightly.

For any precision machine, even the slightest change in a part might seem insignificant, or it might cause problems...

Chapter 345 You need to find a job

Morty, who had slipped away from school, saw the message "First level successfully passed" appear in front of him, and his lips twitched violently.

Escaping is a way to get through the level; defeating the opponent isn't mandatory, and successfully escaping counts as a victory—that's definitely Grandpa's style...