Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Similarly, he is probably the most unlucky member of an imperial family in recent years.

After graduating from a prestigious institution like the Advanced Commander Academy, where only family members are allowed to enter, and enduring a five-year waiting period, he finally gets a vacancy for the fleet commander position and happily goes to take up his post, only to be dragged into a religious conversion on his very first day.

They even believe in a sect that Morty created arbitrarily, using as experimental subjects and toys!

Not long after he believed it, someone started clamoring to come to Hermuel, the capital of the Galactic Empire, and what followed was a series of torturous events.

In the end, the spaceship fired a single shot, wiping out a large number of Hermuel's people.

Not only did it bring immense humiliation to the family, but it also threw them into this army of cannon fodder, to be consumed as disposable resources against the Old Ones.

After all, no matter how many people the Galactic Empire has, it's impossible to send those who are loyal to the Empire to the battlefield where they haven't made any progress in two months to be used as expendable resources, right?

Those who are disloyal to the empire can be used in this very situation.

Keeping people like this is a waste of imperial resources?

The culprit that caused all of this...

Morty!

Saladin never expected that he would actually meet Morti under such special circumstances.

"Hello... How are you..."

Looking at the little guy who had walked along with a curious expression, Saladin's good family upbringing prevented him from unceremoniously launching into a tirade of insults.

Saladin, suppressing his anger and maintaining the demeanor of a superior, managed to utter a very polite remark after a long struggle.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything more.

Morty, who barely recognized the person in front of him, first gave a casual greeting, then glanced around at the situation before getting straight to the point and stating his suggestion very bluntly.

Of course, the fleet members, who did not want to end their lives here like those who had died in the previous two months, began to whisper among themselves.

"Quiet!"

Saladin rebuked the crowd for their chatter and walked straight up to Morty, questioning him angrily about what happened last time when he carelessly caused trouble and then ignored it.

Do you still want to come in front of us and try to pull the same trick again?

Do you think we're stupid?!

roll!

"Um... strictly speaking, I was just playing around last time, but this time I'm serious..."

"I don't want to hear it! I've already shown great restraint by not killing you immediately! What more do you want???"

Morty, who originally thought that his plan to kill the Old Ones would gain their support, encountered an old acquaintance who was hostile to him right from the start.

The plan was thwarted...

But it's not a big problem!

After all, this is an entire interstellar fleet. Just because you're unwilling and insist on becoming cannon fodder doesn't mean others are willing to be cannon fodder.

Just as Morty had thought.

After Saladin rejected the offer, the rest of the command room, those who wanted to survive, exchanged glances and then swarmed forward, wanting to ask Morty what his plans were.

They were able to deal with the seemingly endless stream of Kree monsters and the extremely difficult-to-kill Kree evil gods.

Throughout this process, Saladin remained silent and did not express any opinion.

This detail made Morty realize that he didn't want to die either, but the hatred he harbored for himself made it impossible for him to simply laugh off what had happened in the past.

So on the surface, he had to maintain his stance.

But when his subordinates ran up to him for help, he chose to remain silent, seemingly wanting to hear what brilliant ideas Morty had.

If we can solve the problem at hand...

"Shall we awaken Azathoth?"

Chapter 464 You're nothing but a pile of consumables.

Quiet...

The entire scene was so quiet that the cold air blowing from the central air conditioning vents of the warship was the loudest sound in the entire command room at that moment.

Awaken Azathoth?!

What kind of crazy plan is this?!

If we wake him up, can we escape?

Crazy!

Rumor has it that he awakens to the end of the world, so what kind of escape plan is this? A spiritual return to his homeland? To move millions of ordinary people?

So when Morty finished speaking, not only did the fleet crew members curse him, but even Saladin, the commander with aristocratic manners, pointed at Morty and started yelling at him.

"Are you crazy? Your watermelon-sized brain is only filled with a seed-sized brain, isn't it?! I thought you had some brilliant plan! And this is the plan you came up with?"

"Fuck you!!! Get out!!! We'd rather die fighting than be wiped out in one fell swoop!!!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

I thought you, Morty, who's following the P850, might have some brilliant plan, but instead you came up with... a plan that will kill everyone???

"Everyone, don't get excited. This is just a feint! A feint to frighten those Great Old Ones."

"Why don't we think back carefully about why you came into this world?"

"What is your mission?"

Morty, relying on his mastery of thought and the ability to control the volume of his voice at any time, forcibly suppressed everyone's voices. As soon as he said this, every single one of the Fly people present showed a strange expression. How could these cannon fodder possibly know what the real order was?

Their assigned task was to come here and fight to the death, to demonstrate the courage and determination of the Flymen before their demise, to stop consuming the resources of the Galactic Empire, and for their souls to be absorbed into their bodies by the Great Old Ones after death, becoming nothing more than nourishment.

Besides this?

Gone!

The real task, however, depends on... Saladin!

When all eyes turned to him, Saladin looked somewhat bewildered, because his mission... was simply to defeat the Great Old Ones, wasn't it?

What constitutes a real mission?

“Look at you guys, your brains aren’t working at all!” Morty said, pointing at Saladin with a pained expression. “The fact that he can still command your fleet tells me you’re all cannon fodder, guys sent to this world to die.”

"It's been two months! A full two months of war! When did your Galactic Empire's fighting strength become so weak?"

"Why have we failed to achieve even the slightest victory in this war over the past two months?"

"You really don't have a weapon capable of killing the Cthulhu god?"

"During the Age of Gods, so many deities whose words became law fell one after another at your feet, laying the foundation for your Galactic Empire."

"Use your brains! You're all just a bunch of scrap materials sent here to be disposed of!"

When Morty slowly shared these words with everyone, and they touched their hearts, everyone wore expressions of sorrow.

There are intelligent people among them.

However, when faced with being defined as cannon fodder, expendable material, or useless trash, no one will immediately accept it.

This process takes time.

But how much time do people who are sent into this world have?

Once the entire fleet was armed, a giant outer space delivery gate pulled them all into the battlefield, where they were then put into a meat grinder mode.

Or rather... obsolete consumables!

So when Morty revealed their true mission—that it wasn't about defeating Cthulhu at all, but simply about coming to die and not wasting the Galactic Empire's resources—it was a different story.

Everyone wore a sorrowful expression.

It's like a secret buried deep in your heart being openly and casually revealed in public.

Yes! You're all doomed! No matter how hard you try, you're still just a bunch of disposable expendable materials sent here to die!

But I, Morty Smith, can offer you a way out.

As for how you will face the world after you leave this hellish place, that's not something I'm concerned with.

So... what are your choices?

In the command room, which was filled with dozens of people, even those who were just looking at the control panel and reporting data held relatively high positions in the fleet.

This naturally means that their overall abilities are stronger than those of the poor.

After all, on a ship, there are plenty of ways to accommodate those good-for-nothing second-generation rich kids who have no ability whatsoever but whose parents are strong enough.

Why put a bunch of food buckets in one of the most important places on a spacecraft?

Nobody would do that.

So after thinking for a moment, these people made a tough decision and decided to take a gamble, letting Morty tell them his complete plan first, before deciding whether to do it or not.

We definitely won't kick people out.

As things stand, this little guy is the only variable for them. Without him, they would all be killed one by one.

Seeing that everyone's ideas were beginning to converge.

Morty then brought up the issue of the three factions within the Cthulhu universe: the Old Gods, the Outer Gods, and the Great Old Ones.

"The Old Gods have imprisoned and banished the Great Old Ones many times, but in this war, they haven't contributed a single bit; you won't even see them on the battlefield."

"Clearly, these Old Gods, whose existence even surpasses that of the Great Old Ones, are observing the situation and will not act rashly."

"As for the Outer Gods, they wouldn't bother with battles like yours, which are on a 'lower' level."

"So, to force all these people to participate, we must utilize Azathoth's unique identity, making it impossible for them to join the war."

At this point, Saladin raised a question.

Where exactly is Azathoth?

If we can't find him, isn't this threat completely useless?

"We already said...we never really intended to wake him up...it doesn't matter whether you have nuclear weapons or not, as long as you make your enemies believe that you have nuclear weapons and are prepared to use them, isn't that enough?"