Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

When the world before your eyes changes from a quiet community of grass, trees, and American-style two-story houses to a cyberpunk world filled with foul odors, towering skyscrapers, holographic projections, and floating cars in the sky.

Grandpa, whose facial expression was always as solid as concrete, gradually changed his expression because this damned Jerry's abilities were truly no joke!

This is the world that Ruicheng has rated as dangerous Morty's world!!!

If there's a smarter Rick, there's bound to be a dumber Morty.

Just as there is a more dangerous Rick, there is also a more dangerous Morty.

Rick and Morty are like a coin; one side always faces up, and the other side always faces down.

If we extend this topic further, Rick and Beth, Rick and Sammy, and Rick and Jerry can also be included.

In short, with an infinite number of universes, there are an infinite number of possibilities.

Given the uncontrollability of 'wild' Mortys, Ruicheng usually discovers a new world and then carefully observes the Mortys within it to determine whether they are dangerous or not.

And regularly compile a report to inform all Ricks that they should never set foot in the dangerous world of Morty unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, this cyberpunk world is part of the Dangerous Morty universe...

"Rick, you don't look too good. Is it because of this place?" Somme, the last to walk through the portal, looked at this famous cyberpunk world with some awe.

"It's alright, we just need to finish this quickly..."

Grandpa dared not tell Beth the reason behind this.

Otherwise, she would have gone completely berserk on the spot.

Dangerous Morty and Non-Dangerous Morty...

Next, Grandpa led Sangmei and Beth, following the traces of some kind of energy residue, and quickly arrived at a building that was over 500 meters tall, with a Cthulhu bust on the top floor.

On the first floor of the building, a large number of Star Clan henchmen surrounded it three times.

Although their orders were to keep everyone away, these monsters, whose intelligence wasn't too low, still didn't dare to stop Grandpa's steps.

They silently made way for them.

Grandpa and his two companions took the elevator, which seemed to go very fast yet made them feel anxiously slow, and went straight to the top floor.

As soon as he stepped outside, he pushed open the front door and, following the baby's cries, walked through the huge living room to the door of a bedroom.

Standing at the door, Grandpa took a deep breath and pushed the door open with his right hand.

His gaze shifted to the right, and he immediately saw Nketosa, wearing a white gauze dress stained with blood and dirt from waist to bottom.

As the more dignified of the two sisters, she held a blood-soaked child in her arms, sitting in the center of a double bed with an expression that was not maternal but rather as if she had received a precious treasure.

In this bedroom, which has floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, a rectangular building two thousand meters high stands to the right, catching Grandpa's attention.

Because of its surface, from the top floor to the middle floor, the metal statue of Morty's face, which occupies half of the building's area, seems to change its expression every second under the ever-changing colorful lights.

This is for Grandpa.

Upon closer inspection, one can see Nketosa holding the child.

From a distance, you can see that imposing building.

The two seemingly unrelated but actually closely connected elements added a touch of irritability to his already gloomy expression.

But like any parent who doesn't believe the child in front of them is of their family blood, Grandpa asked the question everyone would ask: "Is this Morty's child? My Morty?"

“Yes, his child. My sister and I have only him as our spouse so far.” Upon hearing this, Enketosa, who had been carefully examining the child, chuckled softly at her grandfather.

The sudden burst of maternal sanctity on her face, illuminated by the flashing neon lights outside the window, was a terrifying shadow cast on the wall by the light, a shadow with eight segmented legs and six long arms.

"Excuse me, am I the only one here who feels uneasy...?"

Jerry, who never speaks without thinking, said something that made his grandfather want to kiss him on the cheek!

You've said so many wrong things, and finally, out of extreme fear and a series of unfortunate coincidences, you've become my straight man!

Taking Jerry's words as a response, Grandpa slowly walked over and suggested that he wanted to hug the child up close, but Enctora immediately refused.

This 'little girl,' who had previously seemed insignificant in the shadow of Old K and Kasogesa, firmly refused her grandfather's request.

"No, I see the thought of destroying it in your expression, so no matter what, I will not hand this child over to you!"

Upon hearing that Grandpa had killed the child, not only was Old Ke incredulous, but Beth and Jerry also expressed their utter disbelief that Grandpa could be so ruthless!

This is a real child!!!

How could you do that?

"Shut up! You all have no idea! What kind of monster will be created when Sanchez's bloodline combines with that of the Great Old Ones!"

Upon seeing Nktosa, Grandpa immediately voiced his thoughts, no longer pretending and laying his cards on the table.

Because the child in front of us is not a fake child created in advance for the sake of that program, but... a real child born from the interaction between Morty and the Great Old Ones!

The only thing that puzzled Grandpa was Morty and Nktoza. When exactly...? This is completely illogical! When did they...? Wait! Could it be... a spiritual connection?!

Thinking of the only plausible possibility, Grandpa's body trembled, and his right hand unconsciously reached into his shirt pocket.

If this child was conceived not in a physical environment, but in a spiritual one, then it means the level of danger is higher than I anticipated!

Chapter 357 Sangmei Wakes Up

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is so tragic, so tragic indeed, Sangmei, we really are the ones who aren't valued by our family."

Even if you become gentler, stop swearing, and start caring about your younger brother and mother, you still won't be valued.

In the chaotic C167 universe home, the future Sammy, future Rick, and future Morty lay motionless on the ground, their consciousness frozen by the gel monster.

But a future Sangmi from another future timeline was not controlled by these annoying gel monsters.

Instead, she made every gel monster ignore her.

Walking to the sofa, she looked at Sang Mina's head, which had been completely replaced by black mist; only the body below the neck remained intact.

She plopped down on another sofa and started talking to herself.

Without offering any help, she went straight to Morty's bedroom after saying those words, took the Mission Accomplishment Box that had been modified by Morty and his grandfather, and then used the teleportation gun to open a portal.

Just before stepping inside, she turned back to look at herself and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I hope you can forge an even brighter future."

After saying that, she went into the other side of the portal.

Over the next dozen or so hours, although some of the alloy panels in the house had been attacked before they were raised, leaving the possibility of people coming in, the situation remained unchanged.

But none of the people living nearby dared to approach the house.

After all, the neighbors had already gained a very clear understanding of Jerry's family's situation over the past six months.

That means no matter what this family does every day, even if seven or eight identical Uncle Ricks suddenly jump out, or a bunch of ghost horses pull a carriage in the middle of the night, as long as they stay at home and don't get involved, it basically has nothing to do with them.

So let them do whatever they want!

So until the black mist on Sangmei's face disappeared on its own, no one came close to check on the situation.

"Um... I... what happened to me?"

"what!!!"

Sangmei, who had just regained her sight after being unconscious or experiencing a blackout, vaguely remembered that she had just seen Tzeentch. How did she end up on the sofa in the blink of an eye?

So when she saw herself, her grandfather, and Morty scattered all over the floor, she screamed too early. But when she saw her home's current Syrian war-damaged decor, she couldn't scream anymore.

"Jesus! What on earth is going on..."

"What exactly happened while I...I...I was asleep? In a coma? "

As Sang Mei tried to clear her mind and entered a thinking mode, she suddenly vaguely felt that someone had entered her brain, but this feeling was not one of manipulation.

It's her! She can! Use this person's ability!!!

"Holy crap! What's wrong with me?! Why... why can I easily glean information from everything I see right now?"

What was originally an 'ordinary' mess and his own fallen state suddenly became filled with an immense amount of information in Sang Mei's eyes, which had become rational and calm.

The neck and feet, working in tandem with the eyes, rotated at a speed that was neither anxious nor overly fast, capturing everything in front of them and imprinting it all in the mind.

It ended with him taking a deep breath of air through his nose.

Sangmei, who had recorded everything before her eyes, even a single hair on the ground, closed her eyes. But what appeared before her was not darkness, but rather the living room and the rest of the house before it was destroyed.

Based on a memory from when he was six years old, he knows that the house was bought by Jerry with a loan fifteen years ago.

The house, built fifteen years ago, has remained largely unchanged thanks to proper maintenance and repairs. It wasn't until my grandfather's arrival that the house began to feature an underground base, alloy armor plates, artificial intelligence (AI), and occasional little family surprises...

As Sang Mei thought of this, another thick layer of alloy armor plates appeared in the walls of the house in front of her.

Once the entire scene is set up, it's about what happened to the house and the people inside while they were unconscious.

Based on the details I just noticed and my understanding of my grandfather's complex schemes,

In the place where Grandpa slept, invented, ate, and plotted, he would never use ordinary armor alloy plates. Instead, he would exhaust all his efforts to find the best alloy formula to forge the strongest armor plates to protect the house.

What is it that allows Grandpa to sleep soundly every night? The alloy armor plate has obvious cracks, fire marks, and sulfuric acid corrosion.

Is there an invasion by foreign enemies?

Sangmei thought of herself, Rick, and Morty lying all over the ground.

Although she dared not quite believe her own guess, the cruel truth was right in front of her: Rick, Sammy, and Morty were definitely there to kill her Morty and her grandfather.

Grandpa was ultimately stronger than them, so Grandpa ran away, Morty ran away, Beth ran away, and even Jerry ran away.

Only I am left...

The feeling of abandonment that had suddenly filled his heart was instantly dissolved by the ability he was now using.

The rational thinking of that ability user told her that since she was left here instead of being taken away, the danger was clearly not coming towards her.

On the contrary, the person who stayed here must have made this decision after careful consideration.

Okay... let's be rational... I'm practically an adult now...

Thinking about everything Beth went through, at least I had my parents by my side, which is better than growing up on my own...

With that thought gone, Sangmei opened her eyes and looked at the 'Sangmei' scattered all over the ground. She was like a child who had received a new toy, wanting to see what use her current 'ability' could actually be.

So she began to use the position where each person fell to try to simulate what they were doing one second, ten minutes, or half an hour before they lost consciousness from the most reasonable angle.

As more and more versions of herself appeared before her eyes, it was as if time had reversed, replaying the events that had happened before.