Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Grandpa's explanation calmed Morty down a bit.

Since Sangmei needs this item at some point in the future, it means she might be in some trouble. Since she wants it, let her have it!

However, my "Mission Accomplished" box is an enhanced version made by two people.

Grandpa, if you want to make one again...

"You're overthinking it! The enhanced version is too much trouble. If you want to learn how to make the Mission Accomplished Box, go find C167. He's the one who cares about you the most."

"..."

Glancing at the old man, Morty inquired about what had happened in that world. Although he vaguely suspected it might have been a test of his grandfather's willpower, he...

"Huh? I arranged it. Three beautiful women. The first two said they were arranged by Rick Sanchez for blind dates, and the last one said she was arranged by Morty Smith."

"It can be considered a desensitization training."

"Look at you now, you were chatting quite well with the three of them, and you didn't seem to have that constant worry about being persecuted that you used to have?"

Morty: "..."

Looking at his grandfather's serious face, Morty silently raised his clenched fist, then lowered it.

never mind!

I'm tired!

After spending ten comfortable hours there, the nerve that had been taut all along was finally gone. Morty had to admit that he really didn't want to move anymore.

"Never mind," Morty turned and walked towards the kitchen. He took a bottle of soda and a leftover pizza from the refrigerator while he was away, then went to the living room sofa and started drinking and eating.

Watching a TV series I haven't watched in a long time, I vaguely remember that the last time I watched TV was at least a month ago.

After being transported from an ordinary person into Morty, he went through a crazy period and suddenly began to realize how precious stability was to himself.

"Morty, are you starting to get tired?"

Grandpa brought over a large tub of ice cream, walked over to Morty, plopped down, put his feet up on the coffee table, and lay down in a very comfortable position. While scooping ice cream with a spoon, he said to Morty, "Being tired is normal. No one can stay under pressure forever without breaking down."

"Ok!"

Morty responded emphatically, turning his head to the right to look at the lawn in his backyard under the night sky. He couldn't quite remember when he had been there, even though it was in the same place.

It's like living in a city for more than half a year, but there are still some places you haven't been to.

Chapter 376 Discovering a Fly Man

A week later.

After resting peacefully for about a week without anything strange happening, Morty, who spent his days either eating or watching TV on the sofa, was surprised to find that he had developed a little belly.

Even the Lord of Mind cannot maintain his figure in the face of sugary drinks.

This drink is a complete rip-off selling for three yuan a bottle in Xia Country.

If there were any alien shipping channels, this stuff would sell for hundreds of dollars; Morty would think they were doing charity!

If you gain weight from drinking, you'll naturally need to exercise.

In this special family, exercising doesn't mean the whole family puts on yoga pants that accentuate their muscles, lines up in a row, and sticks out their butts to go hiking.

Grandpa has a wide variety of sports activities here, all very exciting and challenging, so you can choose whatever you like.

"After a week of peaceful rest, you finally couldn't resist anymore?"

Grandpa, who usually drinks early in the morning in the garage, was unusually dressed this morning in a silk nightgown and cotton slippers instead of his usual white lab coat.

"A little..."

"Then keep improving your melee combat skills!"

When talking about the improvement in hand-to-hand combat ability, Morty couldn't help but think of the time a week ago when Jerry closed the door, which cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

So he decisively suggested, "Why don't we change planets, or even change universes, and find a place that's more suitable for practicing close combat?"

Regarding Morty's concerns, Grandpa said that you are not the only one who has been traumatized by Jerry. He himself has not had an easy time in the past six months.

Because you two only know how to cause trouble, but you don't know how to clean up the mess!

I'm the one who handles all the cleaning up messes!

"So, shall we go to another world?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Grandpa, still in his pajamas, pulled out a teleportation gun, casually opened a portal, and walked straight through with a bottle of wine in hand.

Morty followed closely behind, passing through the portal and finding himself in a rather sci-fi world. Skyscrapers were everywhere, pedestrians on the ground were a mix of various alien races, and there were numerous hovercars causing traffic jams during rush hour...

Sometimes, Morty couldn't quite understand why, in a science fiction era where cars could already fly, there could still be traffic jams in the air.

Let's say we have a traffic AI with strong computing power, and we set the height to the limit of the hovercar's height, then we can process as many cars as we want at once, right?

Why must a bunch of people be foolishly waiting for traffic lights in the air?

The cars above and below you are at least a hundred meters away!

"Focus. We've had a peaceful week, don't cause any more trouble. This time, we're just going to focus on honing your fighting skills. If your eyes keep glaring like a husky's, I'll blindfold you next time."

Wearing a silk bathrobe, Grandpa, having already made his stance clear, gestured to the troublemaker to stop causing trouble before arriving at the entrance of a large, sprawling building with Morty.

Morty glanced at the sign at the entrance and saw the words "All-Universe Simulation Fighting Arena," which told him that he had probably arrived at a simulation fighting arena.

A pointless thought flashed through his mind. Morty continued walking forward with his grandfather. As soon as he entered the door, he saw C137 and C137 Morty coming out.

The grandfather and grandson who came towards us were carrying a number of souvenirs that looked quite valuable.

"Hiccup~ Look who's this man in the silk pajamas, who looks decent enough in public? Oh! It turns out... hiccup~ it's that old bastard P850!"

"Ha, what trash Rick, a nobody like him, dares to laugh at me first? I even tricked C137 back then, he's nothing special!"

"Really? You piece of shit, I sincerely cooperated with you back then, but you bastard tricked me into going to Hermuel to take the blame. You think I didn't know you were the one who did it?"

"Pah! Where's the evidence! Is there any evidence? If there's no evidence, don't make baseless accusations. Who in the entire city of Ruicheng doesn't know that I, P850, have always been the epitome of 'honesty and trustworthiness' when it comes to being a decent person? I even donated 20 million Ruicheng coins to the impoverished Morty!"

"Oh! That's impressive! Twenty million Rui City coins! You trash, Rick, who's colluded with those corrupt bureaucrats!"

Two old men with a long history of grudges started arguing as soon as they met.

But as for Morty and C137 Morty, let them criticize each other. Let's go aside and talk about what's been happening lately.

Let's see what happened after Dark Mo didn't target the two of you, but instead used me and Grandpa to infiltrate Ruicheng.

But for Morty, there are some things he can never escape.

"You old piece of trash! You're just like your Morty! Always a bunch of scheming bastards!"

"Really? If you cut open your brain, it would only contain oxygen and hydrogen molecules, what kind of bastard are you trying to do?"

"Let's fight!"

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Alright! Morty! Take him down!"

"Motty? Morty! Come here! Kill this old geezer!"

The two Mortys, who were inexplicably singled out by their own Rick, had just started chatting enthusiastically when they were suddenly given the task of taking down one of Rick's.

The two exchanged a glance and, in perfect unison, chose to refuse.

Morty himself needs no introduction. His relationship with his grandfather is one of half obedience and half cooperation. You want me to take out C137 now?

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by adding more money.

You're trying to kill me!

As for C137 Morty, considering that he has already passed the eighth episode of the first season and is very likely to have entered the second season, he is a prime example.

This guy's ruthlessness is starting to show.

So the two of them simply pretended not to hear, turned around, and continued talking about C137 Morty, the loot he won through points in the simulated fighting arena.

"Jesus! Forget it! We'll fight another day!" C137 grabbed C137 Morty's hand and dragged him out.

Even after being towed away, C137 Morty still invited Morty to come visit him sometime, saying he had many things he wanted to share with him.

Having just waved goodbye to C137 Morty, Morty turned around and suddenly saw a fly-like figure in the crowd in the distance.

Although the Fly People rule over countless universes and are an extremely powerful force, these guys actually have a lifespan of fifty years, which means they rarely appear in any place unrelated to their work.

They live for at most fifty years, have a unique tribal tradition, and don't need to take a break. They are born to be cogs in a big machine, and their appearance means they have something important to do.

Morty decisively narrowed his view.

Upon noticing the small, high-definition camera that appeared to be used for eavesdropping and filming in the other person's hand, Morty shifted his perspective and realized that his target was C137...

What Morty didn't expect was that he only used a trace of mental energy to perceive his vision, yet the other party still managed to detect it.

The two looked at each other from a distance of at least 500 meters.

"grass!"

"Calling for backup! I've been spotted!"

Is there a youth group in Chapter 377?

"Fuck! He's so fast! If my vision hadn't improved, he would have really gotten away!"

"By the way, how's your communication with your mysterious contact in the Galactic Empire going?"

Amidst the bustling crowd, Morty, having altered his form and grown to about 1.8 meters tall, led the way, while Grandpa followed behind, calling his informant in the Galactic Empire on his phone.

The seemingly friendly exchange was filled with lengthy statements like, "If you don't give me some real information, I'll expose our collaboration," and "I just paid you ten million last time, and you're already so greedy, I'm really thinking of killing you."

Finally, the mysterious informant who dared to bargain with Grandpa and even made exorbitant demands told Grandpa that it was after Morty's timeline overlay incident a week ago.

The Galactic Empire then launched Operation Blood Wedding, a show of force to deter others.

As for why the Galactic Empire didn't target Morty and Grandpa, but instead went after C137 and his companion, the reason is naturally...

"What? We're not qualified? I've slaughtered tens of thousands of fly-like people, and even managed to pull off this time-over-time thing, and I'm not even in the top 100 of the Galactic Empire's wanted list???"

"This is unreasonable! I'm at least a villain now!"