Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

His first reaction was naturally to incorporate the show's entertainment value.

But using a bucket to pour water might create a terrible TV show effect, but it doesn't have any dramatic effect at all. What viewer would like to watch someone pour water in a bucket for half an hour on TV?

Even knowing that he might be blown up in half an hour, the long prelude was enough to extinguish all the anticipation.

Then this must be passed quickly.

Even that so-called half hour was a lie!

If someone is truly naive enough to believe that the game only has a half-hour water-pouring time, they definitely won't last more than a few minutes before the countdown suddenly reaches zero and they get blown up.

So how am I supposed to get through this...?

Looking at the iron bucket two meters away from him, and the water pipe that rose a meter from the ground, just big enough to fit an apple, he saw...

Morty fell into deep thought.

But soon, he took action and began trying various methods to pass the level.

After actually putting the bucket into the pool, lifting it up, and pouring it into the water pipe, he then used his soul to delve into the water pipe and discovered that it was now an empty, large pool.

Morty then abandoned this time-wasting approach.

Recalling Rick's use of the keyword "hard bucket," he slammed his fist down on the floor tiles.

boom!

The seemingly thin sheet metal bucket was completely undamaged after colliding with the tiles and the concrete underneath.

With his eyes shining, he began to swing the iron bucket and smash it down repeatedly.

Morty only stopped after smashing a narrow waterway and breaking the water pipes, allowing the water in the pool to flow in automatically.

However, after flowing for a minute or two, the already fast flow of water did not cause the water level in the large pool to drop by even a millimeter.

"Fuck! This method is wrong!"

When he realized that his attempts were not working, Morty focused his attention on another keyword in his memory: 'brute force'.

This word... implies that miracles can happen with great effort.

So Morty looked at the large pool where visibility was only two meters, picked up the bucket, and resignedly jumped in.

Morty, who has never liked deep water environments and always felt that some monster might attack him in the darkness, had to suppress his fear of deep water.

After sinking to the bottom of the pool, where it was pitch black,...

Using the black and white lines to his eye, he located the pool on the other side of the wall and its weak point, and Morty began a frenzied smashing spree.

He could use a weapon formed from his mental power to speed up the process, but who can guarantee there aren't any hidden pitfalls along the way?

So... just smash it! Just smash it open and that's it!

After the sixty-third impact, the sturdy tin bucket opened a small hole in the wall, and then a strong suction began to draw water toward it.

Just then, a tracked robot that slid along the wall blocked the hole right in front of Morty...

"WTF?! You can do that???"

"I made a hole, and you just plugged it up??"

"What the hell is this?!"

After mentally calculating how much time he had left, Morty decisively picked up the bucket and smashed it at the robot.

But the robot, which was almost as hard as a metal bucket, was not destroyed.

On the contrary, a countdown timer popped up on its main body.

Countdown: 15 minutes.

Morty: "Are you kidding me... It was supposed to be twenty minutes, I didn't even count it... You're deducting minutes from my time just for attacking the robot?!"

Morty, who realized this in the blink of an eye, promptly shut his mouth, too lazy to dwell on this detail any further.

I only have fifteen minutes left.

If the water isn't transported there quickly, what awaits him is certainly not someone like Rick in a suit who can determine whether he will survive.

Instead, he was killed instantly by a bomb in this large pool!

Chapter 405 I was already plotting against you before I even arrived.

"Phew... thank goodness I knew a little about targeted demolition, otherwise this would have been a disaster..."

At the bottom of the pool, Morty didn't immediately go to make a second hole. Instead, he decisively stopped and, starting from the first hole, quickly calculated several key points of damage on the wall.

There are a total of three nodes, forming a triangle shape.

Once the plan was decided, the next step was a process of relentlessly knocking on the wall.

The two newly opened holes were, unsurprisingly, blocked by the robot. But then, Morty started working on the edges of the triangle.

As the lines connecting the nodes are gradually hammered out, they are formed.

Morty kicked the wall, creating a huge triangular hole, and the water in the pool began to rush violently into another pool.

As the water flowed to the other side, Morty tried to infiltrate again. Finding that he could actually penetrate, he immediately returned to the shore.

Because this trap is just too... too damn obvious!

Previously, in the pipe maze, it took many times longer to set up a formation and block any way for the soul to escape.

Surprisingly, the pool didn't prevent the soul from penetrating the object and escaping?

Although he couldn't see any traps in the black and white lines of his vision, Morty guessed that there must be some huge pit waiting for him behind them.

So... just play the game honestly!

With less than a few seconds left in the half-hour countdown, the last portion of water entered another pool, and the door at one end of the pool was slowly opened.

Morty holds his breath, preparing for the next challenge.

He was completely dumbfounded when he stepped through the door.

Grandpa, Sammy, Beth, C167, Dark Morley, and Rick in a Suit—except for Jerry, all of these people, except for Dark Morley and Rick in a Suit, were tied up.

"What the hell is going on?"

As soon as Morty finished speaking, Dark Little Morty appeared, pulling a palm-sized rock from his pocket.

Before anyone could figure out what was going on...

A powerful suction force pulled Morty directly into the stone whose surface was covered with a honeycomb structure, and there was a strong force that made it impossible for him to leave!

This sudden change gradually weighed heavily on Morty's heart.

However, he did not lose his judgment.

Illusion or reality?

"Alright, Morty is now in my hands. So, Grandpa, it's time for you to prove yourself." Dark Little Morty's smile held a hint of anticipation and longing.

The events of the past few hours have brought things to this point, even to the point of revealing his true identity to Rick in a suit, thus arousing Rick's keen interest in him.

Such a high price was paid just to prove one thing!

Rick doesn't care whether Morty lives or dies!

No way!!!

Seeing that his grandfather remained silent, Dark Mo began to speak with anger, "Hey! P850! You damned piece of shit! Say something! Didn't you say to my face that Morty's life was more important than yours?!"

"He's in my hands now, come on! Prove it!"

"If you shoot yourself, then I'll believe you!!!"

"Do it! Do it now!!!"

Not far away, Rick, dressed in a suit and protected by a group of elite thugs in power armor, snapped his fingers excitedly as he watched the dramatic scene unfold.

This is the moment! We should drink three glasses in a row to celebrate!

What could excite Rick, whose creativity and fighting prowess are inferior to those two commercial Ricks, more than the P850 and the god-like C167 from back then?

No!

Absolutely not!

"AI, have the robot bring me that bottle of fine Château de Château from my cellar!"

"And you little guy over there, hold on a minute, wait until my drink arrives before continuing."

Rick in the suit's words made Dark Mo stop. He seemed to be under control, but his face was filled with barely suppressed anger.

But actually... he was so happy he burst out laughing on the spot...

This silly Rick in the suit, along with a few other guys, were all fooled by themselves and their grandfather, but not completely.

Five minutes later.

A tracked robot carrying a tray walked in through a small door and slowly approached Rick in his suit.

It suddenly stopped, even though it shouldn't have malfunctioned.

One of them lost his balance, and the bottle of fine red wine that Rick, who usually only took out to admire, smashed to the ground.

"Jesus!!! My treasured possession!!!"

My precious red wine!!!

While Rick in the suit was distracted, Dark Mo deliberately turned around and faced Rick in the suit, avoiding his grandfather's gaze, and switched the Soul Absorbing Stone in his hand with another one.

After the real Soul Stone where Morty was located was replaced with a fake one, Dark Morty immediately turned around, reached out to put the stone down, and at the same time took out a gun and threw it in front of his grandfather.

"Prove it!! You damn Rick! Prove it to me!!!"

Seeing that Dark Mo did not follow the planned course of events, Grandpa sneered inwardly. How could he not have taken precautions against this?

So he decisively picked up his pistol and, without giving the other person a chance to speak, shot himself in the head.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

It's like they're in a hurry to be reborn.

Rick, who was heartbroken that the bottle of fine wine had been shattered, turned around when he heard the gunshot and saw his grandfather lying on the ground. His mind went completely blank.