Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

A top-tier artifact originating from N universes and N divine civilizations, specifically designed to suppress all kinds of ghostly bad luck.

In addition, there was a shrinking laser gun that he rarely used.

"Once inside, listen to my instructions, then jump out, find a safe place, and turn on this machine with only one button. Understand? Understand? Can you...can you concentrate for a second?"

Jerry's gaze was completely drawn to this 'small appliance'.

Grandpa felt as if someone had squeezed his heart hard.

Brother! This is a crucial moment! If you don't listen carefully, we're all doomed!

Slightly distraught, Grandpa slapped Jerry hard on the back of the head, then, after signaling him to focus, opened the top lid of the glove box.

A single red button appeared in front of the four people.

When two people saw this ridiculously simple button, they both slapped their foreheads at the same time, realizing that Grandpa had underestimated Jerry's intelligence.

No matter what, he's a prominent figure in the 'small appliance industry'!

There's no small appliance he can't take apart.

Uh... wait... why is this guy so restless... why are his hands trembling... no! This guy's hand urge is acting up again!!!

Before Grandpa could make a move, Beth used the 'first strike' skill, slapping him hard across the face first, followed by the powerful whip kick of 'Father's thoughtful openwork cotton-padded jacket'.

One attacked from above, the other from below.

Two air currents collided on an object, creating a gust of wind... Well, nothing at all. There was just a loser lying on the ground, one hand covering his face and the other covering his American-style pert butt.

Seeing that Jerry was completely ignoring his words and even wanted to take the thing apart, Grandpa, whose forehead was covered in black lines, rubbed his face hard with both hands.

After internally examining whether choosing Jerry as a secret weapon was a decision that would tarnish his reputation in his later years, Grandpa still resolutely chose to go all the way down this path.

Because apart from him, there is really no one else who can take on this important task.

Luck is something that can hardly be fully explained by science.

Just like the universal law of gravity derived from an apple falling, and penicillin born from something moldy, and like how, by chance, among countless highly promising Mortys, I chose the Morty who was completely unremarkable at the time.

So whether it's luck or destiny, when that probability is destined to happen, no one can stop it.

If only Mr. Smith hadn't died...

With him, my win rate can almost reach 99%...

Unfortunately, those who manipulate probability will ultimately be devoured by it; as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet."

Thinking of this, Grandpa intervened and stopped the mother and daughter from beating up loser Jerry, and then asked them to keep an eye on the black dots in the sky for him.

Grandpa pulled Jerry up.

This guy, who's both cowardly and tough now, even though he kept his hands covering his head while he was being beaten, still showed a courage that few people have when facing his grandfather.

"What?"

The arrogant and irritating tone of the man did not deter Grandpa from wasting any more time on the matter. He tried to change his strategy and used words that sounded more like flattery.

"Alright, Big Man, that briefcase is a very important task. Even if Morty were here, this task is still best left to you. Can you do it for me?"

Upon hearing this, Jerry's eyes widened and became slightly moist. He had spent countless days and nights fantasizing that perhaps one day in the future, his grandfather would speak to him as an equal, or perhaps, more greedily, even lower himself to speak to him.

But that was always just a fantasy, a beautiful dream, a mirage.

But... happiness came too suddenly!

He! Rick Sanchez! Actually, in his lifetime! Speaks to him as an equal!

"Jerry, Jerry? Wake up! Wake up now! Damn it! Those orbital manned delivery vehicles are about to land!"

Seeing Jerry's expression, as if he were about to burst into tears, he noticed that the little black dots were getting closer and closer to the ground, and after seeing clearly what they were.

Grandpa snapped his fingers a few times near his ear to get the other man's attention.

But at that moment, Jerry felt like he had a giant pair of headphones on, playing the song "Good Days"...

Left with no other choice, Grandpa could only slap him across the face.

Grandpa, who is always particular, chose the left cheek that Beth didn't slap, ensuring that Jerry's cheeks could swell more evenly on both sides.

When Jerry regained his senses from the pain, as his body shrank, all he heard was his grandfather's increasingly loud voice giving him instructions.

"Make sure you only press that red button! Don't take it apart! Otherwise, I'll haunt you even in death!!!"

Chapter 408 What was he doing there?

Time rewinds, and Grandpa is resurrected from the rapidly growing miniature clone in the suitcase...

Grandpa, who was stuck, was initially calm, but his face gradually darkened as Jerry grabbed his arms and tried to pull him out.

It wasn't that he was about to die again, but that he couldn't feel his legs, or rather... his legs were a tiny bit short?

boo~

After a soft, wet sound, the grandfather, who had been pulled out, looked at his lower back and saw that it looked completely like that of an infant.

A heart-wrenching roar echoed in a quiet corner of this secret base.

Even the alien rat hiding in the wall, lacking any intelligence, could sense the destructive aura in that roar.

Squeak (runs away)~

"Um... Rick, what's wrong with your leg?"

"You son of a bitch! Did you do anything to it? Otherwise, why would the emergency personal respawn device, which was supposed to be set up, turn out like this?"

"You motherfucker!"

Looking at his grandfather, who was almost half his height, and the way he jumped up and scolded him, Jerry inexplicably felt that the scene in front of him was... kind of cute?

Jerry, being impulsive, reached out and touched his grandfather's wet hair, and then little Jerry got a hard punch...

"Fuck! After this is over, I'm going to erase all of your memories!!!"

Grandpa, furious, casually ripped off Jerry's T-shirt, wrapped it around his 'thin' waist, tied a knot with the sleeve to cover his front, and then turned around and unlocked the calculator lock from the side of the glove box.

The next second, a fully functional hacking-specific computer (AI version) appeared in Grandpa's hands.

After finding a data port in this small house, Grandpa connected to it and let the AI ​​hack in, gaining full access to all the computers in the entire building.

Taking advantage of this moment, Jerry, who had slowly gotten up from the ground, rubbed Little Jerry as he asked, "So, what exactly happened after I shrunk? I remember hiding in your pocket and hearing a series of crackling sounds outside. After that, it seemed like I was brought here."

When someone brought it up, Grandpa was too lazy to explain.

It's nothing more than a little battle of wits: 'I anticipated he would trick me, so I deliberately let myself be tricked, and then I escaped unscathed.'

This is at best a warm-up match for me.

The only thing Dark Little Mo didn't anticipate was herself... her ability to plagiarize has always been exceptional... although her own creativity has never been great... but when it comes to copying homework, she's practically at the top level...

The pioneer C137 developed Project Phoenix, an invincible life-saving technology.

How could he possibly miss it?

If you can't create it yourself, you can definitely copy it and modify it.

Of course, this ability still needs improvement. What if next time the aging occurs below the waist, while the upper body becomes baby-like...?

That would be a huge problem...

Hey~

With a notification from the AI ​​indicating that its intrusion was complete, Grandpa quickly asked him to retrieve all the values ​​he had preset in advance.

The next second, a large number of overlapping holographic projections appeared in front of Grandpa's eyes.

The first scene is naturally the place where he committed suicide. In the short time since his rebirth, the place seems to have returned to peace.

Everyone should have already been moved to another location.

After having the AI ​​track Morty and the others' movements through all the cameras, Grandpa asked it to locate Ricky's position because of some historical issues...

"Hiss...this guy...he's still as violent as he was back then..."

Before the camera feed went black, female Rick punched the security robot away and ripped open the tungsten alloy door with her bare hands, displaying her beastly behavior.

Grandpa knew that keeping her was indeed the right decision.

Despite being locked up here for so long, my fighting spirit hasn't diminished at all.

Rick the Female Warrior + Rick the Male Warrior. The former's fighting power even surpasses C167 and is on par with C137. They are the kind of powerful Ricks who, regardless of gender, would be sent to the infinite universe by the finite central curve.

It was precisely because I knew that Rick in the Suit, this treasure trove hidden deep in the universe, had the ability to evade curve scanning, that I was able to keep her here.

However, all of this happened a very long time ago.

The original arrangements for her have become meaningless due to repeated changes.

She's now become a chaotic mess that he can't defeat and is useless to him, so he has no choice but to find a way to get rid of her...

"Wow! There's a female Rick? That's really amazing!"

When Jerry first saw a female Rick, he showed a perfectly normal surprise. Then, like prey being stalked by a viper, he shuddered all over.

Rick... what do you want to do?

"I have a difficult task for you now. If you can accomplish it, then from today onwards, you will be a man who can hold your head high in this family and earn Morty's respect!"

"Um... a tough task... this is definitely... but! I agree! Jerry is fearless!"

Although a voice inside him was telling him that there was definitely a trap, Jerry, after undergoing a transformation, still blindly chose "whoever backs down is a dog" when facing his grandfather!

"Good! Very energetic!"

Seeing that Jerry had been completely transformed, Grandpa clapped his hands and then pulled an earphone from the side of the machine and tossed it into Jerry's hand.

After informing him to follow all her instructions from now on, he refused.

Looking at Jerry, who strutted around with an air of a model worth tens of thousands despite wearing only twenty-dollar pants, ignoring all advice and only concerned with getting out the door, he started to wander around aimlessly on his own initiative. Now, his short-legged grandfather was showing a pained expression.

Damn... what kind of beast of burden is he now...?

Grandpa, feeling like he might have overdone it, rubbed his forehead with one hand and asked himself a question in a low voice. Regaining his composure, Grandpa began to have the AI ​​control the security robots in the treasure vault, guiding Jerry to find Rick the woman.

However, a serious problem rendered Grandpa's wishful thinking futile.

Jerry, who is the perfect embodiment of "cowardly yet tough" at this moment, chooses to crawl on the ground to get past the security robot that is blocking his way.