Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"There's no need to ask my name. We'll most likely never see each other again. I'm just here to make a show of things. I'm not really interested in this kind of thing. If he hadn't wanted to suppress your ability to cause trouble, I wouldn't be here either."

Hearing that the other party was just going through the motions and that the main purpose was to suppress his ability to cause trouble, Morty, who had been on edge, finally relaxed.

After all, he also felt things had gone too crazy lately.

The fact that they keep doing outrageous, exaggerated, and crazy things is definitely showing signs of getting out of control.

But here's the problem: Grandpa asked me to come here to forcibly stabilize the situation, but what exactly is this stabilization method?

In response to this question, the woman in front of Morty sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from her small purse, lit one for herself, blew out a puff of white smoke, and then calmly said, "This universe should be the safest universe in the entire universe; all dangers have been banned by the universe."

"So when you look at the street, do pedestrians care whether there are cars on the road when they cross?"

"There aren't even traffic lights on the streets here."

After hearing what the other person said, Morty finally noticed some details that he had long taken for granted in his life and that he had easily overlooked.

It's not uncommon to see pedestrians on the street looking down at their phones, but some are even reading books while walking, or even walking with their eyes closed. It's as if they're afraid they were born too late...

However, this series of actions shows that they are not afraid of potential danger to their lives, but rather believe that their lives will not be taken away because of it.

"So this is a universe where all potentially dangerous things are forbidden?"

Why are you repeating what I said?

"I just wanted to confirm..."

Sensing that the other person wasn't particularly interested in chatting, Morty was happy to relax. Anyway, as long as they didn't cause any new trouble... Sister... your universe doesn't seem very reliable...

Just when Morty thought the situation was under control, the door to the coffee shop was kicked open with a heavy kick. But the person who appeared at the door was not a gang member with a fierce face, wearing a big gold chain.

Instead, she was a blonde delinquent girl wearing a white T-shirt and hot pants, with tattoos covering her bare skin below the neck.

She, who looked nothing like a lady, walked in, glanced at the blonde girl behind the cashier, and then fixed her gaze heavily on Morty.

That intense gaze felt like an anchor had caught him.

"This is..."

"I don't know. Rick probably only arranged for me to be here with you for about ten hours to help erase those unseen things."

Since the other party didn't know who the newcomer was, Morty automatically included the second newcomer in the enemy's territory.

Morty has never been lenient with his enemies.

But... something that should have been the case, but which he hadn't yet considered, made him abandon his plan to directly kill the other party on the spot.

Because this universe actually forbids the use of the Lord of Willpower!!!

mmp!

Even Tzeentch couldn't contact Morty, so he could only slowly reach for the coffee cup in front of him, preparing to wait and see what would happen.

Who knew...

"You're Morty Smith? I'm the one Rick Sanchez asked to go on a blind date with you, but you seem quite wary of me on our first meeting?"

His energetic and cheerful tone left the two people sitting down somewhat bewildered.

Were you invited here for a blind date by Rick Sanchez?

Well... she is also...

Seeing two girls whom Rick Sanchez had invited to meet on blind dates sitting across from him, Morty was filled with questions.

two?

Is this reasonable...?

However, this silence was soon broken by the arrival of a third person.

Standing at 1.78 meters tall, the brown-haired mature woman appeared petite in comparison. Her somewhat large frame gave her a more powerful presence than the tattooed delinquent.

When this tall, mature woman walked in, her eyes scanned left and right before finally landing on him, Morty was completely stunned.

What happened to the vacation I was promised...?

Who would take a vacation and then have to deal with three blind dates?

So, Grandpa, taking a vacation means we don't have to do any physical labor anymore, and instead we play 'brain-training' games, right?

You've managed to find three suitable blind dates, and you've done a pretty good job with them.

Dejected, Morty watched as this "big" mature woman walked to his table and sat down as he expected. Without even asking, he simply assumed that she was the blind date his grandfather had arranged for him.

But what she said next immediately terrified Morty.

Because she did come for a blind date, but the person who invited her wasn't Rick Sanchez, but Morty Smith.

How could someone not know when they're setting up a blind date for themselves?

This bizarre factor might seem unbelievable in the normal world, but in the world of Remo, there's only one answer!

There's that damned Morty who's been monitoring my every move, even the blind date my grandpa arranged for me!

Morty suddenly felt as if countless eyes were secretly watching him, and he immediately became restless, his whole being gripped by vigilance.

"what happened to you?"

"That's so strange, all that shouting and yelling."

"Indeed, he seemed quite nervous."

The words spoken by the three men made Morty frown. His mind, once again focused on work, slammed his hand on the table and ordered the three men to shut their mouths immediately.

Once the three of them quieted down, Morty reached out and touched his teleportation gun. Without any energy fluid, it was less than a piece of scrap metal.

"Damn it... whatever! So be it!"

With the teleportation gun unable to move without energy and his own abilities sealed, Morty, who was practically powerless to fight back except for the coffee cup in front of him, decided to give up.

Chapter 375 Forget it! I'm tired.

Ten hours later, not a single incident, not even a minor one, such as a car accidentally hitting a pedestrian on the road, had occurred in front of Morty.

This is quite a feat for Morty, who normally makes a big fuss over something as simple as drinking water.

I felt an unexpected sense of peace.

There was no teleportation gun, no master of will, just himself and three pretty ladies, sitting in a coffee shop chatting idly from morning till night.

So much so that when Grandpa's portal opened next to Morty, Morty, who had developed a slight longing for this peaceful and stable life, was reluctant to leave.

I glimpsed a hint of my own longing for a stable life.

When Morty stood in front of the portal, he asked his grandfather to try not to cause any trouble during this time, as he wanted to be in peace...

"Which accident wasn't caused by you and Jerry?"

With a slap on the back of the head, the grandfather and son, who had actually tried to shift the blame to their own grandson, then headed off towards universe C167, one after the other.

Back in his familiar home, Morty, covered in cat hair from the orange cat cafe, was about to plop down on the sofa when Beth told him to change his clothes.

I painstakingly cleaned up the place, and you come back with a bunch of cat hair, trying to ruin it?

no way!

Roll, roll, roll!

Beth, who had been worried about Morty's safety, decisively told him to leave.

Urged upstairs, Morty opened his wardrobe and took out a yellow short-sleeved T-shirt, Morty Smith's signature style.

I just changed out of the clothes and pants I was wearing.

Morty, wanting to check his belongings, saw the Silent Sword and the Book of Iborn, but didn't find the tallest "Mission Accomplishment Box" lying flat on the ground.

"Damn it! What's going on?! I just got back!"

Dissatisfied, Morty immediately targeted Jerry, as far as he knew, the only person in the house who could freely enter and leave other people's rooms was this loser.

If this guy sneaks into the room while I'm not there, takes the "Mission Accomplished" box, and insists on showing off his "God-moving" repair skills...

If this ultimately leads to the failure of the mission-fulfilling box.

Someone in the family is definitely going to die today.

This person is definitely not me!

Enraged, Morty found Jerry engrossed in playing with a commemorative coin, lost in his own little world. He kicked open the door, grabbed Jerry by the collar, and prepared to hit him first and then interrogate him.

But who knows, perhaps the commemorative coin gave him a bit of courage, because this loser didn't cover his head with his hands as usual, ready to be beaten, but instead asked a weak question.

"Mo...Motty, what's up?"

"What is it?" Morty was surprised that this guy actually asked him what was wrong. He pointed to the wooden door behind him and said, "You dare to say you didn't go into my room and took that Mission Accomplishment Box?"

What box?

"Are you pretending to be stupid?"

"I didn't take it... I really didn't take it... How could I dare to enter your room..."

Seeing Jerry curl up into a ball again, Morty pondered for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes, and chose to let go, turning to walk towards the garage.

Grandpa used AI to retrieve the surveillance footage from that time.

When Morty saw a future Sammy take his Mission Accomplishment Box, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He would rather Jerry had taken the thing and dismantled it like a small appliance than have a future Sammy take it.

Jerry took it away; as long as Grandpa is alive, there's still hope for saving it.

If Sang Mei takes it in the future, there's basically no way to get it back, because with so many future timelines, who knows which timeline she belongs to?

"Fuck!!!"

"Hey, I used my deductive reasoning skills to recreate the scene, and I even followed her footprints to Morty's room..."

Sangmei, who had somehow slipped into the garage and witnessed the scene on the security camera, was immediately met with Morty's reddened eyes as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Why didn't you tell me something so important sooner?"

"I just forgot, you know. After all, it's just a box, and compared to what happened back then, the latter is obviously more important!"

Sangmei's reasoned and well-founded words left Morty with no grounds for rebuttal. He scratched his head in frustration, wondering why he had to encounter such a thing as soon as he returned.

"Alright, I'll just make you another box, then. Since the future Sangmei wants this, she must have her own reasons. Don't forget that all the future versions of ourselves we've encountered during this time came to their 'past' for various reasons."