Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

They held a person about the size of a mobile phone in their strange hands, which were almost too odd to be called hands.

Chair person?

Mobile phone products?

A humanoid phone?

Morty, whose worldview was shaken, rubbed his eyes and realized that he was not dreaming.

Grandpa had already pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling.

"Robbery! Hand over your money!!!"

Chapter 003 I'm planning to blow up this world

I've never been so speechless in my entire life...

Can anyone tell me what kind of crazy adventure this is...?

Take me to a world I know a little about, like One Piece, Naruto, or even Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf—I know the plots all too well!

【You brought me to a world of chair people, and the first thing you did was steal their cookies... money! What are you even doing?!】

Morty, being relentlessly pursued by three police cars that looked fairly normal, ran behind his grandfather, carrying a sack filled with cookies and banknotes.

He looked completely bewildered, having no idea what he was doing.

He was even more baffled by those original beings—truly chair-like beings with facial features—how could they possibly drive police cars?!

Even more outrageous is...

Are you driving way too slow?

I can run faster than your cars!

Of course, Morty, who felt that if he stopped, he would definitely be doomed, still didn't dare to stop and taunt those guys.

But having just entered his first year of high school, and with the injection of his father's terrible genes, Morty, who at most had a quarter of Rick's blood, quickly began to tire.

Grandpa, who was leading the way, turned around, glanced at Morty who was starting to pant, pursed his lips, and reached out to grab his arm with a hint of disgust.

Immediately afterwards, a portal opened, and the two rushed inside.

Finally, they went straight back to the garage.

Morty, lying on the ground panting heavily, was beginning to suspect that his grandfather might be trying to kill him.

Otherwise, you might as well broaden your horizons.

I just wanted to go to that world of chair people and broaden my horizons.

Then you steal a bunch of cookies? ??

Faced with Morty's wide-eyed questioning look, Grandpa picked up the bag, stood up with a flourish, and walked into the house.

"Beth, I brought you a bunch of fresh cookies, all in the hundred-dollar range... cough cough! They're all the 100% delicious kind!"

Morty: "..."

At that moment, Morty felt a chill in his heart.

He understands now.

Bringing something to broaden my own horizons is one thing, bringing some snacks for my precious daughter is another.

But they are two different things. If they can be combined into one, then... let's do it together!

So I've never been to another universe before, and you just brought me here? Did you not consider my mental capacity at all?

Or is the breakdown therapy a uniquely Swiss approach?

Completely lost, Morty had no idea what to do next or how to deal with the situation.

As someone who has read hundreds of online novels.

Even he was helpless in Rick and Morty's world...

Under his mother's fairly penetrating urging, he caught his breath and calmly walked into the living room, sat down, and ate cookies with everyone.

Until one evening six months later...

In the past six months, Morty has spent less than eight days at school in total. Today, he just went to another planet with his grandfather and participated in a war between two races.

After fighting a battle and helping the losers turn the tide, and because those guys looked really ugly when they took off their helmets, Morty and his grandfather took care of that side. After that, Morty returned to his home on Earth and took a shower.

I just lay down on the bed.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, how quickly the past six months had flown by...

Who would have thought that he would spend a full six months peacefully under his grandfather's care, even sometimes displaying bravery that deviated from Morty's character?

Not only did it not arouse Grandpa's suspicion, but it also earned his high praise.

Besides his combat power skyrocketing, he's also now hiding quite a few good things under his bed.

For example, there's the "Mr. Mission Accomplished" character from anime, or a helmet that can understand animal speech, or the first alien contact commemorative badge from NASA.

Such a fulfilling six months made Morty realize that not buying a ticket and running away back then was indeed a wise choice.

She had previously suspected that her grandfather had ulterior motives towards her.

Who knew that he was more like a kind grandfather who, in order to fill the emotional gap in his family, would spend all his time either taking him or his sister out, and sometimes the whole family of five would travel all over the universe together.

Well, if we ignore the guys who got taken down in the last six months.

This is definitely a family-friendly comedy.

A multiverse carnage that is not rated 18+...

Yeah! Those guys who become the part of the adventure story that's not good...

Feel sorry!

With anticipation for tomorrow's new adventure, Morty closed his eyes and fell asleep, but not long after he fell asleep, his grandfather rushed into the room.

The intoxicating smell emanating from his entire body, along with his drunken ramblings, made Morty frown.

Grandpa often takes them out to play, that's one thing.

But his drinking problem has gradually evolved into endless alcoholism!

Sometimes, there's hardly any room to stand in Grandpa's little car-like spaceship because it's stuffed full of empty wine bottles!

Morty spent about a week tracking his grandfather's alcohol consumption.

He drinks an average of 40 kilograms of alcohol a day!

Forty kilograms!

The thinner girls weigh less than 100 pounds.

Grandpa drinks this much alcohol every day!

Morty, who didn't really want his grandfather, who had taken him to many distant universes to show off and have fun, to die like this, had previously advised him to drink less.

But... it was completely useless!

Grandpa, drunk and oblivious to everything else, didn't care about anything else.

Grandpa, now in a drunken state, found himself.

Morty got up, but didn't get out of bed; instead, he glared at him with some annoyance.

"Motty, I need you. I need you to do me a favor."

Looking at the time on his phone screen, Morty realized it was around 2 a.m. and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The six months of adventure were both joyful and exciting, and I also had the opportunity to talk with several women who were once unapproachable to me before my time travel, about topics such as the physiological structure of primates and humanoids.

But my sleep quality right now...

That was truly an extremely poor performance.

If he goes out at the same time every day, Morty wouldn't mind.

But every now and then, late at night, especially in the middle of the night, my grandfather would drag me to some other world to secretly do something naughty.

They aptly describe it as: "A dark and windy night is perfect for doing bad things."

Or don't you think that the wind and wine at three in the morning evoke a stronger sense of anticipation for the future?

However, Morty didn't really want to go tonight because he was too tired. He even felt that his energy was not as vigorous as his grandfather's, even though he was only fourteen years old.

But what kind of personality does Grandpa have?

Seeing that Morty was unwilling to move, even though he was already drunk, he immediately got up, grabbed Morty's foot, and pulled him outside.

That terrifying power could not be described as the pinnacle of human capabilities; it could only be described as an ancient behemoth in human skin.

Despite having improved his physical fitness considerably over the past six months of training, Morty was still powerless against this kind of strength.

Feeling utterly hopeless, he was dragged all the way to the garage.

Looking at the spaceship, which was still full of empty bottles, Morty just wanted to light a cigarette to get rid of the smell emanating from the seats that were practically pickled.

Watching Grandpa drive the spaceship like a car.

Morty, who was already used to this, asked casually, "Grandpa, where are we going tonight?"

Grandpa, who had just taken a sip of wine, uttered something that sent chills down Morty's spine in a voice even calmer than Morty's.

"I'm going to blow up the world."

Morty: "..."

At that moment, Morty's facial expression was so distorted that he could hardly believe what he was hearing.

We've been together for six months, and then on an ordinary evening, you suddenly call me and say you're going to blow up the world?!

What are you doing?!

Chapter 004 Almost Blown Up the World

"calm?"