Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

[I was only inside the coffee shop for a few seconds, and you're already trying to betray me?]

At this moment, standing in the aisle of this coffee shop with dozens of orange cats and a dozen customers, Morty, with his back to the cashier, caught his breath, and his brain, which had just relaxed, immediately plunged into rapid thinking.

You can't turn back immediately, or you'll find yourself in a situation where others control the situation.

So you should first turn your back to the other party for a few seconds, and then... adopt a roundabout tactic, which means you will never fall into the trap that the enemy wants you to fall into.

If the other person stops you, they definitely have something to say, so don't give them a chance to speak!

Thinking of this, Morty used his 360° all-around vision, which spanned hundreds of kilometers, to see the blonde girl with her right hand resting on the cash register, her forehead against it, and her facial expression extremely distorted.

Of course, there was also the female cashier next to her, who was asking what had happened.

Two women...

What new tricks is Grandpa up to this time?

Not intending to fall for that, Morty reached into his pocket with his right hand. After finding the phone he had just put in there, everyone and the cat in the room seemed to be transported to the American Wild West era of cowboys.

In a daze, I heard an eagle let out a roar.

Morty pulled out his phone at lightning speed, unleashed a masterful American Iaijutsu move, and fired a pre-heated verbal machine gun, stunning everyone in the room.

"An Americano latte, half sugar, less ice!"

At a speed of seven words per second, coupled with the rapidly rotating arm, the payment code was already aligned with the cashier's scanner when the last word was spoken.

The cashier, who was very professional, paused for half a second before pressing a few buttons on the machine.

beep~

"The money has arrived..."

With the machine's notification sound, the Western Gunslinger Morty put away his phone and walked happily toward the window seat.

Because he saw the blonde girl's almost broken expression.

This incredulous and bewildered expression, as if saying "Are you crazy?", instantly cheered Morty up.

Regardless of whether it was really Grandpa's scheme or not, as long as I'm happy, that's all that matters!

Having settled the matter, Morty sat down, took out his phone, and looked at the crowds coming and going outside the glass window. A strange emotion welled up in his heart.

The relaxation activity his grandfather arranged for him was a blind date... a blind date!!!

That's right!!! Blind date!!!

My grandfather, who always used his lifetime VIP card to enjoy a buffet amidst the briny smell of the ocean, suddenly arranged a blind date for himself.

Morty hadn't expected this at all.

He stood at the door for so long just now because he was wondering if there was some kind of trap involved.

But... what pitfalls could there be in blind dates?

Surely it can't be Nktosa who comes to set me up on a blind date, can it?

Having considered this possibility, Morty felt that no matter how bored his grandfather was, he wouldn't let his "child's mother" come over to arrange a blind date with him.

So... what exactly happened?

As Morty remained confused, the blonde girl busy at the counter gritted her teeth and said to the cashier, who also worked multiple jobs, "Put purified chili oil in his coffee! I don't care! I want him to die from the spiciness!"

The cashier said, "Ma'am, you still owe 200,000 yuan in debt. If you do this, he might sue you in court, and you're really finished..."

Chapter 373 Is it really going to be a blind date?

"Rick, where's Morty? Why hasn't he come back?"

In her home in the C167 universe, after cleaning the house with Sangmi, Beth was finally able to sit down and rest. She noticed that her grandfather was sitting on the sofa watching TV, but her beloved son was nowhere to be seen.

So naturally, she asked about Morty's whereabouts.

You two are usually inseparable, unless something major happens, you would never be apart. But now you've separated.

Does this mean I can start worrying about Morty's safety?

Grandpa tried something different today. He held a clear stemmed glass filled with cocktails, and, in a deliberately gentlemanly manner, leaned back on the sofa with one leg crossed.

In response to Beth's concerns, Grandpa, his eyes glued to the television screen, casually explained, "Don't worry, it's just a small repair and adjustment plan. He'll be back soon."

Grandpa, who didn't want to explain too much and knew Beth wouldn't understand, didn't continue after he finished speaking.

The matter is quite simple.

Morty and Jerry were seed-level contestants that he specifically selected when he participated in "The Morty Pokémon Show," and they were originally the most extreme individuals in their respective fields.

Originally, I was always by their side and could suppress their ability to cause trouble, but because of the first phase of the plan...

This caused the two to lose control of their abilities and become increasingly out of control.

Even with a simulator at hand, Grandpa couldn't possibly see all the endless possibilities of the future in a single day. He could only select the most illogical and outlandish futures to make contingency plans.

After all, if a person takes ten steps, even a slight deviation of 0.0001 micrometers in the landing point of each step could lead to a completely different future.

Moreover, the two of them together are practically an event-generating machine.

So when Grandpa tricked Morty... well, not completely tricked him, but when he got him back to overwrite the timeline, Grandpa himself spent about an hour finding a bunch of commemorative coins and a bunch of small appliances for Jerry to support his 'hobbies'.

To get everything back on track, in addition to bringing back the original things, we also need to make some modifications based on individual changes.

In short, Morty is currently in a special universe that he deliberately chose, and is going on a blind date with a girl he arranged.

Jerry, on the other hand, was playing with his commemorative coins inside the house, while continuing his cosplay of the "small appliance killer."

With the two troublemakers quieted down for a while, Grandpa could finally sit on the sofa and enjoy this rare moment of leisure.

Watching the TV series, I also pondered Morty's little plan to improve his combat abilities and what the next step should be.

The helmet simulator is indeed very effective, allowing Morty to stay in a safe environment and develop muscle memory for hand-to-hand combat skills.

But that's far from enough!

Someone is still relying too much on the power of the Lord of Will.

This ability might be half as powerful as Cthulhu's in the Cthulhu universe, but against targeted weapons from other worlds, such as Soul Stones or other unreasonable things, Morty would basically be rendered useless.

Grandpa remembered telling Morty a long time ago that some things in one universe, once they enter another universe, will go from being top-tier combatants to being bottom-tier combatants.

It's like going from a technologically advanced universe to a universe where technology is completely obsolete and all you can do is hurl fireballs at each other.

This universe has forbidden you from using technology, so what are you doing playing with a ball?

Even the simplest reaction of electrolyzing oxygen is not allowed to be accomplished by technology in the universe; it is only allowed to be electrolyzed by generating electricity through magic.

Such an unreasonable thing, what are you, a mere Lord of Will, to do?

Even if you are the supreme ruler of this universe, once you enter another universe, everything must be done according to the underlying operating rules of that universe.

Congratulations! The Supreme King might very well become the Willpower King. Before, your damage output relied on your fists; now it relies on your willpower... and that awesome battle cry...

Therefore, the plan to enhance hand-to-hand combat ability must be put on the agenda, otherwise Morty will suffer in hand-to-hand combat sooner or later!

Ugh, this is so hard for me...

Feeling a bit annoyed, Grandpa turned his attention back to the TV screen. He hadn't watched a drama series in a long time, and he had to finish watching the new one today.

On the other side...

Sitting by the window, looking out at Morty, he picked up the coffee he had casually ordered and also noticed the blonde girl's hesitant expression.

"Thank you"

Morty, who had absolutely no desire to communicate with the other person, casually thanked him and then downed his latte in one gulp. This guzzling manner earned him a huge eye roll from the other person.

Although coffee isn't as particular as red wine, you should at least blow on it and then drink it sip by sip!

Is it a bit of a waste to use the same spirit you have for drinking strong liquor on a cup of coffee?

"Is there anything else?"

"Um...no...it's just..."

"Then please leave and don't disturb me. I'm thinking about a very serious matter right now."

Morty's resolute attitude in making him leave intensified the blonde girl's suspicions. She had been standing at the cashier watching the boy with a world-weary expression, just as she had been sitting in the afternoon café, looking out at the crowd through the glass window.

I always feel that the other person must have a lot on their mind, those stories that are buried deep in their heart.

But once you get closer, that preoccupied look disappears, replaced by a deep-seated wariness, as if you were some kind of enemy intending to harm him.

"if..."

"When I said please leave, I didn't mean for you to continue talking, so please leave while I'm still being polite!"

"All right..."

The blonde girl, who had been "persuaded" to leave, went behind the cashier and discussed with the cashier what Morty was doing there.

Just then, from the orderly crowd outside the window, a woman with brown hair, wavy hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, a curvaceous figure encased in a white dress, and an almost unreal, exquisitely beautiful face walked by. She was wearing black high heels with red soles and swayed her slender waist as she passed by the roadside.

Such a stunningly beautiful person, who is the center of attention wherever she goes, naturally attracts the attention of almost everyone.

This also includes Morty.

Damn! That's hot!

After mentally praising the other person, Morty saw them walk to the coffee shop entrance, push open the door, and come in, staring intently at him.

His expression became somewhat unnatural.

[Is he serious? Grandpa really wants me to go on blind dates? No way... really! He's the kind of guy who always comes up with incredibly difficult questions, and he's actually going to set me up on blind dates???]

Chapter 374 Three?

"You must be Morty Smith, the one Rick Sanchez sent me on a blind date with?"

As soon as the beautiful woman sat down, she recognized Morty and told him that her grandfather had arranged for her to come for this blind date.

Suddenly, Morty couldn't hold back anymore.

Because this was really a tiny bit different from what he expected!

"Um... I am... May I ask who you are?"