Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Once Morty was completely defeated, the atmosphere on Grandpa's side could almost be described as fraught with danger. Even a lackey like Old Ke resolutely stood by the child's side when he decided to kill him.

This even includes Beth and Jerry.

Beth might understand what her grandfather wanted to do, but at the same time, she felt that there shouldn't be other solutions besides killing.

If killing is the only way to solve problems, then what is the point of humans evolving intelligence and developing so many tricks?

Isn't it simply about using wisdom to solve a problem that can't be solved when you can't kill the opponent?

And what did you do?!

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds, the plan that came to mind was just like that of an ape that hadn't fully evolved: kill, kill, kill!

"Rick! With your intelligence, can't you think of a second option besides killing?"

"Beth, I suggest you turn around now, take your idiot husband, and take the elevator down, because what's about to happen here, I can't guarantee your safety."

"I do not need!"

Beth growled at her grandfather, her facial muscles contorting instantly. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight up to Nktosa.

She looked at the woman in front of her, who had a dignified demeanor and delicate features, even though she knew the woman's true appearance was that of an extremely deformed monster.

But Beth still stood by the bedside, her back to her grandmother, facing her grandfather, and said, word by word, "This is Morty's child, and also my child. Even if she's destined to bear something in the future, you! Rick Sanchez, can't you do something for her..."

Can I say something?

Just as Beth was deciding to stand up for her domineering grandfather, a childish voice came from behind her.

That sound...

A little bewildered and surprised, Beth slowly turned around and saw the baby who had just been held in Enctussa's arms now had long silver hair, stood on a soft mattress, and had a serious expression on his little face.

"you..."

"Hello, I've been listening for a while now, and I'm guessing you must be my father's mother, and the person standing over there is your father. Although I don't quite understand why my birth would make him want to kill me right now."

"But if he feels that all of this was a mistake, I think he should correct that mistake and prevent more mistakes from happening."

Hearing a baby less than an hour old grow into a three- or four-year-old girl at an incredibly fast pace, and then speak in an adult manner to support Rick in killing her.

Beth shuddered. She had been on adventures with her grandfather before, but this was the first time she had encountered something like this.

For a moment, she had no idea what to do.

But at this moment, Grandpa said in a surprised tone, "She's not a chaotic being after all?"

Chapter 360 Attack

"Interesting, very interesting... Although I'm not a believer in bloodlines, the combination of better genes with even better genes can indeed create a better second generation."

"But in cross-species interactions, besides reproductive isolation, the most common issue with products that combine two or more DNA strains is incompatibility in brain structure, ultimately resulting in individuals who resemble wild, rabid beasts."

But you did it!

"This is a perfect creation that even a god could not accomplish!"

Grandpa sat in a chair, looking at the child in front of him as if he were admiring a work of art. The child had inherited all the facial features of the humanized Nktoza, as well as some details of Morty's facial features.

But what truly excited him was the child; everything about her was outstanding!

Leaving aside IQ and EQ, his learning ability is almost a perfect inheritance of the Sanchez family's DNA, like a sponge that can absorb countless amounts of water.

This is a child who was destined to be a prodigy from birth.

"So you're not going to kill her?" Beth asked worriedly, standing to the side.

Although the atmosphere has calmed down now, she is still worried that her grandfather might suddenly grab the child's neck and break it.

Grandpa shook his head upon hearing this. The reason he wanted to kill her was simply because a child born from the union of a soul and a pure human has a 99.9999% chance, or even a 10000000% chance, of giving birth to an extremely insane beast.

But fate often plays cruel jokes on people.

Now that the child is so normal, who would kill her?

This is a rare treasure!

The next step is to protect her; until she is able to protect herself, she must not be allowed to suffer any major harm.

As Nketosa handed the child to her maternal grandfather, her eyes were filled with a strange emotion.

To be fair, all the people in this house combined might not be able to defeat Grandpa; it could even be a one-sided massacre.

But as a mother, she was also reluctant to hand the child over to his maternal grandfather to raise.

But this is also a very rational decision!

Because if this child were raised in a traditional Cthulhu family, she would become another Great Old One, no different from herself.

The grandfather, who was paying some attention to her, reached out and gently stroked the little girl's silvery hair, saying softly to her mother, "It's alright. Tell me your thoughts. I respect your opinion, because I'm not entirely sure if I can raise her well."

“No, no, no, I think you’ve taught her well. It’s just that I’m really reluctant to part with her so soon,” Enketosa said with some reverence.

Looking at the two people in front of him who just moments ago were willing to kill each other and destroy the entire world for the sake of this child, they suddenly began to defer to each other over who was more suitable to educate the child.

Jerry, who could never control his mouth, always got slapped for his mouth, and always had a sharp tongue, chimed in: "So why don't you ask Morty's opinion? Or... why don't you two raise this kid together?"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa's face darkened, and Nketosa's expression also turned unpleasant.

Although the two may have different priorities, Jerry's suggestion is utter nonsense.

First of all, Grandpa could not accept having another person around him. In his circle of trust, he would always be number one, followed by Morty, and then Sammy and Beth.

It sounds easy for two people to educate this child together, but it's actually not easy at all.

And then, what's your opinion, Morty?

Believe it or not, if you tell him that he not only has one child, but that this child is about to move into his home, he will instantly grab a teleportation gun and travel to a world a hundred thousand universes away.

child?

Morty doesn't like kids at all; that guy's nature...

If you had seen him sell Beth out of C137 to avoid him.

I knew Morty was a ruthless guy too.

So what exactly is the illusion that makes you, Jerry, actually think that the birth of this child is the beginning of the sitcom "Family Happy Smith"?

Besides, I have a lot of things to do myself. It wouldn't be very convenient to teach this child while doing other things.

So after much hesitation, the grandfather still didn't want to take care of the child. However, he could leave behind some learning materials to ensure that as long as the child didn't waste his abilities, he could become a Nobel Prize winner in just one year.

To Grandpa's surprise, Nktoza, who had been so protective of her child just moments before, said with utmost seriousness, "No, if this child stays in the Cthulhu family, she will eventually become just like me. I want her to live a completely different life, not like me..."

boom! ! !

Just when everyone thought the accident was impossible, a giant tungsten alloy metal arrow with four barbs shot in with lightning speed from the right side of the master bedroom, which had three floor-to-ceiling windows.

The glass window shattered into pieces.

As soon as the sharp arrow pierced the floor, the steel cable connected to its base was instantly straightened by a tremendous force, dragging the entire rooftop in another direction.

"Who is it?!"

Among the crowd, Old K, who was closest to the iron chain, threw a punch, attempting to break the chain with his physical strength.

But his power had no effect whatsoever.

The surface of this tungsten alloy iron chain appears to be coated with a mysterious compound, which seems to be able to counteract Old K's attacks.

Before he could even try to grab it, the iron chain plunged into the darkness at one end, and a tremendous force pulled the entire rooftop down like a crocodile dragging a deer into the murky river.

In response to the sudden turn of events, everyone except Beth and Jerry reacted in their own way.

Grandpa put his left arm around the little girl, took out two solid rubber beads with his right hand and threw them at Jerry and Beth. Then he took out the teleportation gun and used it to teleport away in an emergency.

The Enk sisters and Kasoggsa revealed their true forms, roaring as they commanded the Star Familiars guarding the area below the building to march toward the darkness from which the iron hooks had been shot.

Only Old Ke remained frozen in place, as if stiffened, until the entire building was dragged and collapsed, his body did not react at all.

Jerry, who was initially terrified and had his eyes closed, felt his body twitch wildly as the building collapsed, but eventually calmed down. The rubber object that his grandfather threw to him would expand upon contact with a person to protect their soft body from harm.

Lying flat on the ground, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Old Ke's... lifeless eyes staring back at him!

"what!!!"

Chapter 361 Jerry Can Be Fierce

"Help! He's dead!! He's dead!!!"

"help me!!!"

Jerry's panicked scream pierced the night sky, but it couldn't cut through the neon lights of this metal city; everyone heard his voice.

But no one will run to Jerry's side at this moment to cry for Old Ke and denounce the injustice of fate.

There's no need to say more about my grandfather, who is mostly a cold-blooded person.

Kasogsa and others, having lived with Old K for at least billions of years, had long regarded his sudden death as a perfectly normal thing.

Especially regarding that rumor...

Cthulhu will eventually die, but he will be reborn in his daughter's womb.

Since this old codger is going to die eventually, instead of worrying about him, we should worry about that dangerous figure hiding in the shadows who can kill an Old One with a single move.

We don't have any legends to rely on.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As everyone remained on high alert in the dark direction, a small, thin figure stepped into the red, blue, and green neon lights, revealing his true form.

Cyber ​​Morty, who slowly clapped his hands three times with a provocative and disdainful look on his face, stared straight at Grandpa, treating everyone else as background figures and passersby.

He wore a triangular breathing mask from his nose to his mouth, and his clothes were not the traditional Morty-style bright yellow T-shirt, but rather a leather armor similar to those in Marvel movies.

The left arm has been completely mechanized, and the right arm, protected by leather armor, also appears exceptionally thick.

"Rick, Rick! I never thought there would be a Rick in my world. So the multiverse really does exist!"

Grandpa, who originally intended to mock the other party's entrance as an outdated and low-class villain's entrance from an old movie, keenly caught a message that the other party was sending him.

Does the multiverse really exist?