Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He still hasn't found a job and is entirely supported by Beth.

Given his current state, if he had any backbone and went to find a job, his family would at least show him some respect.

"What a disgrace to men..."

Upon reaching her bedroom door, Morty whispered these words before opening the door and gesturing for the two sisters to enter.

After entering the room and closing the door.

Morty suddenly opened the door again.

It would be really awkward to talk about a man and two women sharing a room with the door closed.

In particular, you can't let others doubt your orientation, right?

So Morty opened the door, went to his desk, and had the two of them sit on the bed before starting their first formal meeting.

The reason for making it formal is, of course, that Morty is still not giving up.

"Ahem! So, you two, do you have any opinions on this marriage issue?"

"For example, pursuing one's own love and rejecting the feudal idea of ​​arranged marriage."

"Speak up!"

"After all, I have no house, no car, no job, and all my savings are only about a hundred yuan. I estimate that I won't be able to buy a house in the state capital within the next ten years."

"So you two really need to be careful!"

After hearing this, the Enke sisters looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

The difference is that Nketosa's smile was somewhat pitiful, while Nketoru's smile was somewhat disdainful.

Morty, noticing this detail, immediately became unhappy, even though he had been so polite and respectful the whole time.

What do you two mean by looking down on me?

Ugh! My temper's flaring up! If you two don't talk to me properly today, you're not leaving this room!

"You two can laugh all you want, but just say what you really want to say."

Seeing Morty's face darken, Enctussa, being the older sister, became more amiable and said, "Why do you judge us Great Old Ones by human standards?"

"Your souls are imprisoned within an extremely fragile body."

"Above or below fifty degrees Celsius, your bodies will suffer serious injury or even death without any protection."

"And this body of ours is merely an outer shell created to satisfy your personal aesthetic sense."

"But because of this very shell of ours, you've changed from being filled with awe and caution to now being so considerate of us."

"This shows that your civilization is still in the stage of pursuing physical beauty."

"We haven't entered a deeper world."

"So, there's no need to think so much. No matter how hard you try to maintain this body, it won't last more than ten thousand years. In the end, your soul will leave your body, and only then will we..."

"Now..."

Morty: "Huh?"

After listening to Nketosa's long speech, the tone suddenly shifted at the end, and it seemed to challenge the limits of the nervous system?

What...

Hey!

He saw Nketosa, who was wearing a white dress, stand up.

Even though he knew the true form of the Nktoza before him...

It's a giant octopus with a shell!

But with her current appearance, 99.999999% of men would say "no" when they are in her presence.

No wonder the story of Tang Sanzang and the Women's Kingdom is so popular...

[Who the hell... Oh my god! What is she doing?!]

Enktoru, who had somehow appeared beside the socket, easily disassembled it with a gentle touch using her slender hand.

Immediately afterwards, she forcefully pulled out the wire.

The crackling lightning made Morty's heart pound, and he didn't dare to look at it.

Morty: "Mommy, I'm scared..."

Fortunately, Grandpa, who had noticed something was wrong with the electricity in the house, arrived just in time.

By saving Morty, they also saved one of the future generations of the Rick family, preventing the continuation of the Rick family from falling into the hands of a girl again.

"Aren't you being a little too hasty?"

"I just finished dealing with your dad, and you're already sitting in that chair, waiting for those girls to perform their talents for you?"

Morty, who had already hidden behind his grandfather, looked at the wire in Enctoru's hand and thought that this thing really had nothing to do with performing talents.

"Alright! Some of what your dad said earlier was quite right!"

"We can't rush this!"

Morty: "Get out of the way! They should both go back to Old Ke's place! I don't want to play with electricity in the middle of the night!"

They chased away the two sisters who were always unstoppable, and also chased away the grandfather who was always grinning slyly.

Morty plopped down on the bed and pulled the Silent Sword from under it.

He now felt that what he needed most right now, rather than the teleportation gun, was to find a way to create a personal space.

The Enke sisters were right by the bedside, and no matter what tricks I used, I couldn't get the Silent Sword from behind them.

[Tomorrow's the weekend, maybe I should use the Miracle Fruit tonight?]

Chapter 035 Mission Accomplished Box Version 2.0

The next day, or rather, at four o'clock in the morning before dawn.

A person, entirely blue, took a plastic bottle containing magical fruit pulp from the refrigerator in the house.

He tiptoed back to Morty's room.

The other blue-clad figures, who had been waiting for some time, were making preliminary preparations in front of the flask on the table.

Morty lay in bed with his eyes closed, waiting for them to get to work, a mission-fulfilling box resting on his chest.

This thing comes from the first season of Rick and Morty. Its function is to press the button on the box to summon Mr. Mission Accomplishment.

The Mission Masters have extremely limited capabilities; expecting them to fight aliens is basically... a pipe dream.

Any regular army on Earth could easily crush them.

Basically, it's positioned as a little life assistant.

However, they can use a simple and common method to dilute that magical substance in the pulp to a level they can tolerate.

If it weren't for the fact that the higher the difficulty of the mission and the longer they exist, the more they would suffer and ultimately want to kill the person who summoned them.

Morty felt that this alone was enough.

I can dominate the domestic service market in the entire state of Coronado!

Even if Amigo in Mexico charges a low price, can it outcompete Mr. Mission Accomplishment, which requires no cost at all?

As dawn gradually broke.

The last Mr. Mission Accomplishment disappeared.

The seven or eight flasks on Morty's table were empty, leaving only a 500 ml bottle of bright green liquid in a plastic water bottle.

Pick up the plastic bottle.

The water, which had been pre-cooled, was not very hot to the touch.

Looking out the window in front of the desk, the sun is rising slowly from the horizon.

[After waiting for so long, today has finally arrived. It's been such a long and arduous journey...]

Looking back, I remember coming into this world six months ago and going on all sorts of adventures with my grandfather in one world after another.

Finally, in the last few days...

Grandpa was making no attempt to trick him.

I made up my mind again and ran away from my grandfather.

However, there was one thing that Morty couldn't understand.

If you're going to play a trick, who would be so bored as to tell themselves the whole story afterward, like a story analysis?

It seems like this is teaching me... something?

[If Grandpa wants to raise me, he shouldn't use this kind of trick to mess with me...]

Why can't he join me in a heartwarming story of grandfatherly love and filial piety in the Rick world?

Why must you treat me this way?

With a hint of doubt, Morty, no longer wanting to waste any more time, picked up the plastic water bottle and drank a mouthful of the juice diluted with the magical fruit.

The liquid then travels from the throat into the stomach.

Special substances with minute penetrability enter the muscles from the stomach and then travel through blood vessels to the heart and brain.

However, it has already been diluted.

So for Morty, there was no experience of a computer with 30,000 cores like the first time; instead, the computing power of a single-core processor was increased by dozens of times.

And the duration wasn't that long either.

So Morty didn't dare waste time. He stared at the Mission Accomplishment Box, thinking as he sipped the magical juice.

Until the last drop of juice is drunk.

The simplest improvement plan was already written down in the notebook next to Morty's right.

Shaking his aching right hand, Morty, feeling weak, took two steps back before plopping down on the bed. Slightly mentally impaired, he stared at the ceiling.