Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty: "Jerry, are you serious? Why are you still sitting here at a time like this?"

Jerry: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm used to it."

Morty: "Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Grandpa wanted you to change. How did you manage to be both lazy and afraid of death?"

The two, one standing taut and the other sitting relaxed and at ease, were talking when Khorne, who had been carrying Sang Mei in a princess carry, gently placed her on the small sofa at home.

They even thoughtfully brought a blanket to cover themselves.

After all, some elderly father is at home with the air conditioner set to 16 degrees Celsius, contributing a large amount of heat to global warming for an extended period of time.

As for Nurgle, he also brought over that Realizer.

The appearance of this 'small appliance' made Jerry's eyes light up, and also made Morty's heart jump.

"Hey Jerry! Look this way! Look into my eyes! Look carefully!"

Morty, wanting to give Jerry a warning, walked over, extended his right hand, pointed to his own eyes with his index and middle fingers outstretched, and then pointed at Jerry's eyes.

This gesture, which means 'I'm watching you,' cannot completely dispel Jerry's covetousness for that 'small appliance.'

Because repairing small appliances is one of Jerry's greatest passions in life!

Nothing can stop him from continuously honing his skills on this avenue!

No one can!!!

So after warning him to no avail, Morty glanced back at the portal, then had Nurgle carry the thing to the garage, and then forcibly dragged Jerry to the other side of the portal.

Because next, I need to create a bit of a Jerry-esque dramatic effect!

let's go!

Jerry!

Show yourself!

"Fuck! Why did you drag me here! Sangmei has already fainted, you can't be this much of a jerk! No! No! Morty!!! I'm your father!!! You can't keep dragging me into dangerous situations!!!"

Morty: "..."

Looking at this guy clinging to the coffee table, refusing to let go even in the face of death, and trying to portray a tragic hero's twilight, Morty suddenly thought that in some parallel universe, there was a reason why this guy could win an Oscar for Best Actor.

When it comes to being a coward...

Jerry's cowardice is forever in a Schrödinger's cat state.

So cowardly that he dares to confront his grandfather head-on? Who wrote the word "coward" in such an absurd way?

"Alright, alright, I'm not asking you to go and fight aliens hand-to-hand. I just want you to go stand there and use your bad luck to cause them some trouble."

"I can control this thing myself???"

Upon hearing Morty's reason for wanting him to come over, Jerry began to wonder if his youngest son had lost his intelligence after going out for a while.

I may be a coward, but I'm not an idiot!

When did you start to think that I, Jerry Smith, could control the invisible bad luck that's on me?

If I can control myself, do you think I have some secret feelings for my grandfather, which is why I don't kick him out?

Bullshit!

I can't even control myself!

Every time I get into trouble because of this kind of thing, I'm the one who ends up getting beaten up, so I'm sorry I don't want to get involved. Stop dragging your old father out to get slapped!

"How come you're suddenly so clear-headed..."

Hearing Jerry's eloquent and well-reasoned words, Morty was stunned. Was this really the Jerry he knew?

Finally, do you have some idea of ​​what kind of person you are?

However... no matter how clear-headed you are, you still have to go!

Even if you hug the coffee table, it won't help!

Someone come here! Move the coffee table over there!

Ultimately, Jerry, who was determined to die with the coffee table, was carried onto the spaceship by Khorne and Nurgle, one on each side.

This coffee table, which traveled from the other side of the Pacific Ocean with a factory price of 100 and a landed price of 300, finally arrived at Smith's House after a long journey across the ocean. It never imagined that its life could be so colorful.

For the past six months, as a member of the family's social hub, I've witnessed the endless arguments of Morty, Grandpa, Sammy, Beth, Jerry, and others every day.

Witnessing these farces unfolding one after another, which would have occurred in other families long ago—fathers and sons drawing knives against each other, mothers and daughters poisoning each other, grandfathers and grandsons secretly stabbing each other in the back, only to ultimately vanish into thin air—I was deeply moved.

Now... it's going to stand in the Cthulhu world as a coffee table, watching the Great Old Ones engage in a mythical bloodbath with the most powerful force in the universe.

This life has been worthwhile! This life has truly been worthwhile!!!

After this incident, I will become the king of coffee tables!!!

Tell me, in this world, who else can live such a wonderful life like me?!

My heart was pounding with excitement, and I felt like I was on fire.

A few seconds later, Nurgle took him back, saying that there were already a lot of things to do at home. Morty thought that if they didn't have this coffee table, it would be a waste of time to go to the furniture store to buy a new one, and Jerry and Beth would argue for ages over the color of the coffee table.

So now that you've made your presence less glaring to everyone in the family, and made them feel that your existence is normal.

Then go back and stay there!

"Do not!!!"

Unable to witness this mythical battle and fulfill its mission of witnessing, the coffee table was so angry that it immediately broke off one of its own paths.

I'll risk my life to express my anger to Morty!

"Forehead..."

Just as Morty was about to pull his neck back, he saw that his family member, the coffee table, which had survived countless hardships and remained sturdy, had suddenly broken one of its legs.

This change, which felt like an ominous sign, made him start to panic.

Although he was a believer in science, Murphy's Law, a very scientific principle, explained a metaphysical problem.

The more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

So what is Morty worried about now?

Of course, it's because Jerry went a bit too far in the Cthulhu universe, even...

thump~

As Morty pulled his neck back, the portal closed just in time. Turning around and looking through the windshield of the spaceship at the starry sky outside, he and everyone else heard the heavy heartbeat that suddenly sounded, then quickly disappeared, yet resonated throughout the entire universe.

"Huh? What the heck? Did you hear a heartbeat?"

"Yep...this is bad...I'm starting to panic...Morty, I feel like something is waking up. You said this place is the Cthulhu world, right? What if...Azathoth wakes up?"

"Fuck! You jinx! Can't you say something nice???"

"Then I hope he never wakes up?"

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Jerry!!! ...

Chapter 463 Shall we awaken Azathoth?

Morty's cry, a heartfelt scream, each word dripping with blood, was incredibly powerful and demanding, pushing his voice to its absolute limit.

Even both sides on the battlefield heard the phrase "Morty's Voice".

This roar, which can only be emitted by enduring one of the most extreme human sufferings, even gave goosebumps to the battle-hardened commander of the Galactic Empire's fleet and the Cthulhu god who had lived for hundreds of millions of years.

How much pain must one endure to utter such a scream of agony?

Of course, if they knew the truth...

Who knows, the Old Ones and the Galactic Empire, who were just fighting like madmen, might join forces to wipe out Jerry, a guy who doesn't need any special powers of influence but is infinitely more annoying than any of those famous, well-intentioned, talkers.

Damn it!!!

What are you saying?!

You insist that Azathoth cannot awaken?!

Do you know what it means when something you think is impossible actually is very likely to happen?!

As these temporary truces were being observed, people were contemplating the connection between the unexpected arrival of the spaceship and the fleeting sound of a heartbeat, and what impact these events might have on the war.

Morty was desperately trying to convince himself not to kill Jerry on the spot, because the man was still useful, valuable, and had a reason to exist.

Even if his mouth really did awaken Azathoth.

This guy's invincible disaster avoidance skills also allowed him to escape successfully, so all I need to do is relax and try to ignore things that make my blood pressure spike, just like Grandpa usually does!

Relax...

Don't be too nervous...

Don't let your blood pressure spike...

I'm a mature Morty now, and I need to learn to turn a blind eye to some of Jerry's actions...

"call..."

After taking seven or eight deep breaths to calm himself down, Morty gestured for Jerry to keep an eye on the Galactic Empire's fleet.

It's called "staring the other person to death with your eyes."

The real purpose is to give Jerry something to do, so he doesn't have to mess around with things.

After giving him this task, Morty left Khorne standing beside him while he infiltrated the spaceship and, using the dark background of the universe, silently approached the Galactic Empire's command ship.

Unable to penetrate the door, Morty could only resort to the most traditional and ancient method: knocking on the door to get the other party to open a passage for him.

The first ship repairman to hear the sound was initially startled. During the brief ceasefire, the enemy had somehow bypassed multiple detection systems and slipped right up to their ship.

What if there's some kind of sneak attack...

Only after the news was reported and the commander gave the order did the small repair door slowly open, with hundreds of fully armed elite Flymen pointing guns at them, allowing Morty to be let into the ship.

After a series of tedious procedures involving identity verification and inspection.

Morty was brought to the command room and met his former follower, Saladin, whom he had met a few times before. Saladin was a commander from a small family in the Galactic Empire.