Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

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The moment he pushed open the door, the fake grandfather lying on the ground had his skull opened from the inside, and blood was flowing all over the ground. The whole scene looked extremely gruesome.

"What...what's going on?"

Jerry, the true guide, was bewildered to see his grandfather dead. Unable to understand what had happened, he went to ask Rick what had occurred.

Female Rick: "Didn't I come here with you...?"

Still in a daze, her first thought was naturally that this guy was dead, so where could she get revenge?

But upon closer reflection, this person was definitely not someone who would commit suicide casually.

So the truth must be... it's a fake?

Her suspicions were dispelled after the female Rick examined the fake Rick's body, because the body was 100% real.

There are no android parts inside.

A genuine, pure human being.

Having spent decades in prison, Rick, who was somewhat out of touch with the pace of technological advancements outside, found her thoughts also stirring up some memories.

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, Rick, who was extremely hopeless, had told her that if everyone in the world could have a spare body, then when they suffered a fatal injury, they could still survive.

How many tragic stories will be completely forgotten?

So, that technology was successful back then?

Rick, a woman with a sense of being an outcast of her time, kicked her fake grandfather's head off his neck like a football in a fit of rage.

The original feeling of 'shattered dreams' naturally disappeared.

Instead, the prevailing thought is that this bastard is definitely up to some trick again!

Never mind! Find him! Then kill him!

Seeing the computer with its screen lit up on the table, Rick walked over, tapped a few keys, and discovered that the computer had taken control of everything computer-related in the vault.

"Ha, then let's make a huge scene!"

With such access, and given that Grandpa had once again disappeared, Rick decisively released all the 'collectibles,' deactivated all alarm systems, shut down all security robots, and finally opened the door.

The code typed on the keyboard executed Rick's command almost instantly, without any delay.

The glass doors of countless glass jars slowly opened, to the astonished gaze of the 'collectibles,' even those of certain special creatures that hadn't moved an inch in years.

After the initial surprise, they ran outside.

In an instant, the entire collectibles area was like a chaotic dance of demons. Those monsters, who were already extremely bloodthirsty, broke out of their cages and began to indiscriminately kill any living creatures they could see!

But many more chose to flee, heading towards the free world outside the gates.

At that moment, the mechanical alarm, which was not controlled by the computer, blared loudly.

When those all-purpose tools that Rick in the suit was keeping here at a high price tried to go out and control the situation, the doors to their residences were so strangely locked that they couldn't open them no matter what they tried!

A few individuals checked the surveillance footage.

After discovering that a Jerry had patronized all of them's doors an hour or two earlier, furious shouts and curses erupted from several rooms.

"Jerry! You damn loser!!! Why are your hands so filthy!!!"

"Let me out!!! Let me out!!!"

Chapter 421 Could it be Grandpa?

"Hiss... What happened to me? Where am I?"

Morty, who had been unconscious for an unknown period of time, opened his eyes again to find himself strapped to a chair by specially made steel cables.

Looking around, the only light source in this small, cold room was an incandescent bulb overhead.

Behind the metal table in front of them sat a creature with an octopus-like face. Besides having over a dozen tentacles on its face that were as flexible as human hands, it also possessed six arms...

So, what kind of world did your ancestors face when they evolved six arms?

"you're awake?"

The other person's deep, resonant, and magnetic voice made Morty feel as if he were standing in front of an internationally renowned bass singer, rather than paying attention to the other person's appearance.

But that captivating voice did not lower Morty's guard against him.

On the contrary, he already sensed that danger was approaching him, like a person sitting in a cage facing a tiger that was slowly approaching him.

"Now let me tell you what happens next."

Morty didn't respond, and the octopus-faced man didn't wait either, continuing on his own, "Your Rick's fierce conflict with the esteemed Syndicate's Senior CEO, Suit Rick, has affected thousands of universes and severely disrupted many people's businesses."

"Therefore, in order to resolve the dispute as quickly as possible, Sir Rick in the suit has decided to force P850 into a direct confrontation with him by publicly executing you."

"I'm sitting here to inform you of this, and I hope you will cooperate obediently in the following matters."

Morty: "..."

Are you kidding me?

Although the information he received from the other party made Morty immediately guess that he must have been unconscious for a long time, he was still shocked when he heard that the other party wanted to publicly execute him and that he had to cooperate obediently.

Morty had no idea what venomous words to use to insult the octopus-faced man opposite him; he was just indulging in wishful thinking.

You want to publicly execute me, and you expect me to cooperate obediently?

Such a wonderful thing, even if you replaced me with a prettier girl, I could still withstand this life-or-death test this time, let alone you, a guy with an octopus face.

Pooh!

But soon, Morty realized that the other party had no intention of cooperating. He had only come to announce what he was going to face next and to try to plant a seed of fear in his heart.

Unfortunately, Morty wasn't afraid at all in this matter; he wasn't intimidated at all.

the reason is simple!

The information the other party just revealed indicates that Rick in the suit was clearly cornered, which is why he had no choice but to resort to this method to force Grandpa to engage in a direct confrontation with him.

This shows that Grandpa is currently in a dominant position.

So all I need to do next is wait for the right opportunity and find a chance to cooperate with my grandfather to successfully turn the tables!

No problem!

But where did Tzeentch go?

In an attempt to call Morty back into Tzeentch's mind, he discovered that he could not only not contact her, but also could not use any of the powers of the Lord of Mind.

Holy crap... are these iron chains really hanging like that?

Did he simply seal away all his abilities?

Morty, who had only been in the cabin for a short time, was quickly grabbed from the chair by two elite robots protected by multiple layers of armor.

The black iron chains on his body, clearly designed to prevent the escape of spirit beings, forced Morty to follow them out of the small dark room.

Arriving at the corridor, Morty looked at the not-so-narrow road, which was lined with fully armed robots on both sides, and gained a new understanding of Rick's strength.

When it comes to cannon fodder, the other side can really produce as much as they want.

He glanced at the weapons of mass destruction they were carrying, and at the piles of explosives he glimpsed as he passed some of the rooms.

Morty's heart tightened immediately.

[This is a deadly trap! Using me as bait to lure Grandpa here, then blowing us all up!]

Damn it, that old bastard Rick in the suit, he's got a heart of stone!

【This is fucking...】

Morty wanted to inform his grandfather, but he couldn't communicate with him at all. He could only suppress his anxiety and continue walking forward on the road.

It took about seven or eight minutes to walk.

The white light ahead grew increasingly blinding, and Morty, who couldn't help but squint, caught a whiff of sweet floral scents on the wind blowing from ahead.

The smell, completely different from what he had imagined, made Morty realize that he was no longer in the treasure vault.

Sure enough, the next second after Morty stepped out of the corridor, the first thing he saw was the snow-capped mountain in the distance, which was 30,000 meters high and completely covered by snow.

As you zoom in, you'll see a crystal-clear lake in the center between two hills, each about a hundred meters high, with wildflowers covering the grassy shore.

And this is about 50 meters directly in front of what should be the exit of an air-raid shelter.

On a metal platform made entirely of steel, a robot is shaping a highly flexible steel core rope into the form of a lasso.

Such a scene sent a chill down Morty's spine.

He was no longer as confident as before. He glanced around and, finding no trace of his grandfather's movements, could only pray that the old bastard would appear soon.

Otherwise, this round of attacks could really be the end for me!

He tried using the Lord of Mind's abilities again and found that Morty was still motionless as before. He recalled the words his grandfather had repeatedly emphasized to him, but which he hadn't taken seriously.

'You rely too much on the power of the Lord of Will. You'll suffer greatly when you can no longer use it.'

Morty discovered that if his close combat skills were improved to a certain level, he could use a variety of tricks to escape from being held hostage by two people.

But he...didn't!

Or rather, I went here today specifically to improve my close-combat skills!

Who knew so many things would happen next?!

I really shouldn't have cared whether C137 was being followed. If I had gone straight into that fighting arena, I might not have met Mr. Smith later.

No Mr. Smith...J...Jesus!!!

Thinking of the way Jerry had looked at them back then, Morty shuddered, his eyes filled with disbelief. He recalled the look of hatred that Mr. Smith had shown when he saw him and his grandfather.

He tasted a flavor that was completely different from before.

That hatred wasn't his hatred for all Ricks, but more like... it was directed at Grandpa!

The mysterious Rick captured him and took him back to conduct experiments...

Is there a possibility...

The person who took him back to be experimented on was actually his maternal grandfather.