Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

So... I'm not taking the blame this time!

When the two came down from the control room, the entire casino lobby erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. Even more outrageous... the background music someone was playing was Chow Yun-fat's signature song!

Because Morty and his grandfather were standing at a relatively high position.

The two could see a slicked-back gambling god named Jerry, with his hair styled with hair wax, wearing a long black trench coat over a top-tailored suit, and a very slender build. He was ostentatiously embracing two sexy alien women on either side, proudly raising his eyebrows at the enthusiastically welcoming crowd.

It was a confidence and arrogance that you could never see in your own Jerry.

Very powerful!

The moment Morty saw him, those three words popped into his mind. Based on his understanding of most Jerrys, people like him, aside from their frequent baffling self-confidence, were...

Most of the time, he only displays his confidence when he is in his 'comfort zone'.

His confident demeanor upon arriving here suggests that the situation is quite troublesome...

He also saw Jerry's grandfather. He squinted and scrutinized the man, assessing his confidence in his mind, before continuing to drag Morty along, intending to take a detour.

But who knows if all the powerful versions of Jerry are equipped with some kind of Rick detection radar?

Even when he was being welcomed by at least seven or eight hundred people, he could still spot Morty and his grandfather, and with a wave of his hand, he could signal everyone to be quiet.

Then...

"Wow~ Isn't that Rick, the most stubborn, unreasonable, and irresponsible scoundrel in the entire universe?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, actually trying to find a back alley to get out?"

"Alright, the second door on your left has a 'men's escape route,' but I suggest you go to the fourth door, the 'ladies' escape route.' After all, an old dog like you doesn't deserve to use the men's escape route."

Upon hearing this, Morty immediately flew into a rage, because he felt that Jerry was getting a little too arrogant.

Since you've already realized that we're trying to avoid you, why are you still provoking us?

Are you really not afraid we'll just kill you on the spot?

Does having a 100% win rate make you a genius?

Jerry, the gambling god with exceptional eyesight, chuckled contemptuously. In a way that made him seem like a madman, he licked his lips, widened his eyes nervously, and said with a half-sneer, "You look a little unconvinced? Believe me, I can seriously injure you even if I stand still?"

"Heh, who do you think you are?" Morty yelled at the God of Gamblers, Jerry.

In response to Morty's provocation, Jerry took out an unopened deck of cards from his suit jacket pocket.

Immediately after he raised his hand, the entire audience, who had fallen silent, became excited again. Their expressions of wanting to shout but holding back made Morty uneasy.

"Step back and get inside the energy shield."

Grandpa activated the energy shield, his eyes fixed on the God of Gamblers, Jerry.

At this moment, Jerry, the God of Gamblers, was looking at the playing cards in his hand. His right hand was slowly breaking the cards apart, and his lips were rapidly muttering something, as if he were silently rapping...

What puzzled and unsettled Morty and his grandfather even more was that although his eyes were fixed on the cards, his eyeballs were actually moving erratically.

Finally, when he drew the first playing card.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then, he gently tossed the playing card to his right, and after flying about twenty meters, it landed lightly on someone's head.

This unidentified humanoid alien reached for the playing cards on his head, but suddenly felt a sharp pain under his armpit. When he tried to touch it with his other hand, he accidentally snagged the handbag of the wealthy woman next to him.

When her bag was accidentally snatched away, she screamed and tried to pull it back. As she leaned back, she bumped into the android next to her.

Just then, this android, with a skin on the outside and all mechanical parts inside, started to loosen its internal components while it was banging on the table to urge the dealer to deal the cards quickly after getting a good hand.

In this impact, which was neither too light nor too heavy, but just right, his part fell into the energy core.

boom! ! !

The energy core exploded, and the flying parts killed and injured at least several hundred people. At the same time, the broken energy core hurtled toward Grandpa's energy shield at supersonic speed.

"Holy crap?! What the hell is this?!"

"He can calculate probabilities... Morty! Quickly, grab that energy core!"

"When did I become this strong..."

"Hurry up!"

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What would it be like to grab the half of an energy core that flew out of a bionic human body due to an explosion with your bare hands?

Morty didn't know before, but he knew at this moment!

It felt like holding a piece of red-hot coal, the kind with tiny needles on the surface!

"Fuck!!!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his left hand, Morty forced himself to throw the broken energy core towards the chaotic scene ahead.

Seeing how brave Morty was, I told him to go grab charcoal... Pshaw! The old man grabbing the energy core exclaimed, "I told you to start focusing on improving your close combat skills, not to perform like those charcoal-grabbing swindlers... Damn it! The energy core!"

"Where are your mental cannon fodder?! Let them take the hits!"

Upon hearing this, Morty felt like he was about to vomit blood. The situation had been so urgent just now, with an energy core that could explode at any moment heading towards the two of them.

When you asked me to pick up this thing, did you forget that we have an energy shield?

Having shed his physical form and reduced his pain, Morty was just about to open his mouth to berate the old man for giving him random commands when...

The energy core that Morty threw back rolled a few times on the ground before exploding violently. The explosion blasted a large hole in the floor, which shouldn't have been able to damage the building!

This scene left those still alive at the scene feeling utterly cold inside.

Because this is a 2000-meter-tall building, apart from the robots used to save costs, there are at least 300 living people working, maintaining, and operating this building every day.

In order to minimize the occurrence of accidents.

Except for some areas where concrete is used, the entire building is almost entirely constructed of composite metal materials to ensure its structural integrity.

It belongs to the type of building that, even if a fire breaks out and the entire building is burned down, will not suffer any damage to its two-kilometer-long structural frame.

As a result, it was blasted open with a large gash...

This is just the beginning.

As the cracks around the opening gradually widened, the entire casino floor began to collapse, and even the strongest load-bearing pillars were not spared.

The dense cracks, though seemingly small, had actually penetrated deep into the interior of the pillar, until they converged at the core.

pang~

A piercing metallic cracking sound rang out as the pillars, adorned with precious materials, began to collapse. The ceiling, now unsupported, crashed down in pieces towards the people below.

Grandpa, who hadn't moved an inch, squinted at Jerry, the God of Gamblers, who was also motionless.

In two versions across countless parallel universes, the father-in-law and son-in-law are, most of the time, in a state of constant suppression.

At this moment, after God of Gamblers Jerry proved his skill with a single playing card, the two men's statuses were finally completely equal.

Facing an enemy who seems to be able to manipulate probabilities.

Grandpa, his face grave, suddenly pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the God of Gamblers, Jerry.

As the pale blue energy bullet pierced through the energy shield and hurtled toward the face of God of Gamblers Jerry, a panicked person happened to walk right in front of him, blocking the bullet for him.

Jerry, the God of Gamblers, who had been staring at his grandfather, extended his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped his temple.

This action, which subtly implies 'please use your brain,' made Grandpa a little uneasy.

Although he already knew that the other party dared to stand still because they were fearless, weren't you a little too confident?

Do you really think you can control 100% of the probability?

"Interesting. You think you're that strong? Strong enough to suppress me?"

After Grandpa finished speaking, the ceiling finally landed heavily on the ground, and the benefits of not using it to directly connect to the energy core became apparent at this moment.

With 100% energy supply, the energy shield withstood the collapse of the composite metal ceiling, and even when the entire superstructure collapsed, it remained completely unharmed.

Standing tall, watching the scene turn black before him, Grandpa finally turned to Morty and said, "Let's prepare to retreat."

Morty: "???"

Watching Grandpa and Jerry, the God of Gamblers, engage in a fiery stare-down, with Grandpa saying, "You think you're better than me?", the house collapsed...

Are we going to run away?

What's going on?!

"Go back and grab your weapons. Do you think Jerry, the gambling god who can grasp the odds, is a weakling?"

Grandpa glanced at Morty, casually pulled out the teleportation gun, opened the portal, and then blocked Morty from rushing back with one hand, waiting quietly for about four or five seconds.

He crouched down and found a wire carrying a weak current under the energy shield, which was interfering with the portal.

"Fuck! What kind of Jerry is this?! He's even more cunning than you?"

When Morty saw the power line that his grandfather had pulled out, he broke out in a cold sweat. He never expected that there would be a power line waiting for them under the portal.

If they hadn't checked anything and had just walked right past...

They might already be dead.

Whether someone who dies inside a portal can be resurrected through Project Phoenix is ​​an unknown, since both the body and consciousness are traversing space and the universe when passing through a portal.

How can the Phoenix Project, which is already in an unstable state, possibly be guaranteed to operate perfectly?

"He might not necessarily be calculating; he's just playing the odds. I've said that at least three times already, and you haven't listened to a single word?"

After Grandpa pulled the wire back completely, he found a high-powered mobile phone above the energy shield. That's why I say it's a high-powered mobile phone.

It's because this phone is nuclear-powered!!!

"Damn it, this calculation...this probability-based capture is just too brutal..."

Seeing the second thing, something that might cause them to have an accident when they pass through the portal, Morty started to believe Grandpa's words a little bit.

Calculation? How the hell can you calculate this? It's all about probability!

To figure out how to make a wire appear below the portal?

It would be better to capture the probability of killing them, then amplify that value, and let that amplified value kill them!