Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He manipulates his clever grandfather, the mysterious C167, and a female Rick who was sent to him by his grandfather years ago.

Ah!

"I never thought that even the mighty P850 could make a foolish mistake. When he sent Rick to me back then, I knew he had ulterior motives, so I never put her in the real treasure vault."

"After I captured his Morty, I knew he would use any means necessary to enter my vault and rescue his Morty, but unfortunately... I was still one step ahead!!!"

Hahahahahaha!!!

Rick in the suit, who had been muttering to himself quietly, grew louder and louder as he spoke, and even began to get excited that he had managed to control three Ricks at the same time.

Cool!

I could brag about this for a hundred years!

No! I have to keep this a secret!

To document the incident, Rick in a suit gave a wink to a random passerby, who, sporting a mustache and a slightly overweight belly, immediately pulled out a high-definition camera.

They quickly took their positions upon seeing the camera.

Rick, who was in a suit and was very excited, first asked the other person to turn the camera to the other side, and then slowly turned it back to his face at a 180-degree angle.

Immediately afterwards, beaming, he faced the camera and repeated what he had just said, adding more details.

The gist of it is how incredibly brave, awesome, and smart Rick in his suit is, how he can take on three opponents at once, making him the undisputed number one warrior in Rick City!

He got so carried away with his speech that he even broke into a dance on the spot.

at the same time.

In the C137 universe, C137 Morty asked, "Rick...Rick? Is something wrong with Morty? He looks like he's in a lot of pain. I...I think something might really happen to him. Do you have any ideas on how to quickly save him? I'm really worried something terrible might have happened to him..."

"Jesus! You're actually worried that those three guys will be defeated by a figure collector whose brains have been numbed by money? Are you crazy? Or am I crazy?"

With a can of beer in his right hand, C137 didn't hold back in criticizing C137 Morty, and then couldn't help but rub his own chin with his right hand.

Judging from the current situation, Grandpa and the others are clearly at a disadvantage, or rather, from the moment they obediently entered that 'recording site,' they can only be manipulated by others.

So how do they plan to break this deadlock?

Chapter 411, Second Level

"Damn it, I really got ripped off. You scanned my brain and made a fake me. What a fucking bastard!"

"But you still feel like you're losing out, being able to enter Rick the Suit's treasure vault and have countless unique treasures displayed before you?"

On the edge of a certain universe, in a frozen world where the global temperature is minus twenty degrees Celsius, Dark Mo, wearing an orange down jacket, is 'touching' a machine with a wrench in his hand.

Grandpa, seeing Dark Mo demonstrate his skills for the first time, stared intently at his hands, seemingly wanting to...

"Get out of my way! You old bastard who's addicted to cosplaying Kakashi Hatake! Don't even think about stealing my techniques!"

I noticed that my grandpa, this guy who's addicted to secretly learning, even has to copy me when I'm tightening a few screws.

Dark Mo immediately got angry.

Are you out of your mind, P850?

You want to learn this, you want to learn that, but I never thought of teaching you, so you end up wanting to 'copy' this and 'copy' that, right?

Do you have any original technology?

Grandpa readily admitted his lack of creativity, but his next sentence, like adding fuel to the fire, was even more telling: "But I'm pretty good at modification techniques."

"roll!!!"

Dark Mo, already quite irritated by his grandfather, yelled at the lazybones in the distant tent, "I said, that's enough! Seven people! Seven people!!! Why am I the only one doing the work???"

Jerry poked his head out of the tent, holding a cup of hot coffee and wearing a black cotton-padded coat. After exhaling a puff of white air into the air, he looked up at the sky and sighed, "This planet is so cold!"

Then he turned and went into the tent to warm himself by the fire...

Dark Mo, who had initially thought Jerry was there to deliver coffee, withdrew his right hand with a dark expression and vented all his anger on the machine in front of him.

"Tsk, slow down, don't go so fast, can you be a little gentler with the machine?"

"Mind your own business! Go watch your TV! Damn it! If it weren't for the fact that there's something I want in the treasure vault, I wouldn't be helping you at all!"

"So you can handle this all by yourself?"

"Didn't I do all of this by myself? You didn't even hand me a wrench!"

"I'm off then!"

"roll!!!"

Grandpa turned and went into the tent. As soon as he entered, C167 asked him if Dark Mo was still behaving himself, and whether they should wait until he was finished...

I saw C167's hand sweep across his neck.

Grandpa shook his head in denial, saying that it was definitely impossible to succeed. That Dark Little Mo was the most troublesome little guy he had ever encountered.

You want to betray someone like that?

That's just wishful thinking!

"Alright, right now Ruicheng TV is broadcasting our 'Adventure Story' live, and it looks like it's already caused a ratings frenzy. I bet he's doing his silly dance over there."

Ricks who knew each other in their youth were more or less familiar with some of Rick's habits.

For example, Rick in the suit.

His collecting hobby is one of his defining characteristics, but his silly dancing is definitely his biggest flaw.

Rick, who has absolutely no talent for dancing, loves to do a silly dance when he gets excited: standing still with his feet on the ground, turning to the left and making a wave-like motion with his hands, then turning to the right and making another wave-like motion with his hands.

For this, he was also awarded the title of "Dance King" in Ruicheng's 20-year dance competition scene.

When C167 said that, Grandpa, who had just walked in, almost burst out laughing on the spot, because no one else could have danced that dance as funnyly as Rick in the suit.

Because this guy always wears a suit and tie, plus a golden scepter, and occasionally a black top hat.

He looks like a serious and upright guy, but when it comes to awkward dancing, he turns into a complete idiot.

"Alright, alright, let's be serious... Pfft, hahaha!!!" Noticing everyone was looking at him, Grandpa tried to act normal for a few seconds, but then broke down and burst into laughter again.

Fortunately, Tzeentch stood up, ruining the cheerful atmosphere in the air.

"Rick, is it all worth it if you don't let me go back now and let Morty suffer in his current state of subconsciousness?"

Tzeentch, who could return to Morty's head simply by destroying his own form, yet was forbidden from doing so, wondered if his grandfather had gone too far this time.

"It's worth it, why wouldn't it be? Do you know what kind of trouble he'll cause once he's back to normal if you go back?"

"Our plan to switch the beams and pillars has been reduced to a surprise attack."

"So just bear with it a little longer. He's not that fragile. You have to trust Morty."

After calming Tzeentch down, Grandpa took a small stool, accepted a cup of hot wine from Beth, and just as he took a sip, he heard Dark Mo outside calling that he was done.

Damn... someone definitely did it on purpose...

Looking at the full glass of hot wine in his hand, Grandpa drank it all in one gulp and then walked out the door.

On the ground, where the snow had been cleared away and only ice remained, a red light was faintly flashing on the top of a black, strangely shaped machine.

"Looks like we're still a long way from... hiccup~ signal point. Let's get in the car."

Grandpa waved his right hand behind him, and the tent, along with the television, was taken into his hand. Then, the seven of them squeezed into a car.

The dark-skinned little Mo in the passenger seat used the machine to capture signals and guide Grandpa to find the anchor point.

Because Rick's true treasure trove was located in a deep region between the cosmic wall and the universe itself.

Such a special environment can only occur once in a thousand universes at most. Moreover, because the universe is so vast, it is almost impossible to explore a universe meter by meter.

Therefore, the deep zone is one in at least hundreds of thousands of universes.

The reason everyone was able to find this place is because someone had been here during the capture operation, which led them to this universe.

This also made Grandpa very interested in Dark Mo's unique technology—the damage-free memory reader.

Because this thing can bypass memory bombs!!

"It should be ahead..."

After searching for a signal for about ten minutes, the group finally found the spatial anchor point and parked the car at the foot of a snow-capped mountain.

Judging by the distance, there is a non-freezing lake in front of the snow-capped mountain that is about 3,000 meters high. Standing on the lakeside with crystal clear water, Dark Mo said that this is the place. Now, it depends on how your P850 performs.

“If we move that anchor point, it will inevitably cause a spatial tremor and alert Rick in the suit. Do you have any ideas?”

"Prepare a quiet room for him where he won't be disturbed!"

Chapter 412 Truth and Falsehood

After downing his fifth glass of red wine, Rick, who was in a suit, wanted to use the restroom, so he got up and walked into the 'CEO's private restroom' in the command room.

A gold-plated, diamond-encrusted, silver-rimmed toilet; handcrafted, custom-made gold-edged toilet paper; the clearest, most transparent gold-rimmed mirror in the universe; plus a diamond vanity carved from a giant round diamond.

As Rick's most ordinary toilet, it completely fails to reflect his nouveau riche air. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never use this spare toilet.

Because...only the Jemaa Star Chain Stone is worthy to support him!

Rick, disgusted, walked into the bathroom, casually placed the golden scepter on the sink, and loosened his belt. Suddenly, he smelled an odor that shouldn't be there.

When he realized something was wrong, it was as if the pause button had been pressed, and everything, from his consciousness to his body, came to a standstill.

When he regained consciousness, although he felt that something had happened, he looked around and found nothing unusual, so he quickly resolved the problem and returned to the command room.

Back here, the chaos continues on the other side.

Dark Morty and C167 try to save Morty's life, Grandpa outwits Rick, and Jerry acts as a mascot and guide.

Continue to rise, aiming for even greater peak ratings.

But all of this... Rick in the suit felt somewhat bored. He began to wonder if people would have such feelings when they stood at the top and faced the unreachable sky.

This brilliance...brought only a fleeting moment of joy...

"You guys keep an eye on things, I'll be gone for a bit..."

Wanting to go back and admire the suit he once owned, Rick pulled out his teleportation gun and returned to the real treasure vault.