Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But like a cockroach that survives in the wasteland after a nuclear explosion, he survived!

Having survived, he faced increasingly perilous challenges, never letting up for a single day, defeating powerful enemies step by step to reach where he is today!

"So today... I've finally met this damned fate after all..."

Having experienced so much and faced so many people, even if C167 Jerry didn't believe in fatalism, he couldn't help but fall into doubt when he stood in front of Jerry.

Destiny...

Is it something that even I can't escape?

Thinking of this, C167 Jerry felt a sense of tragic heroism in facing his fate. He slowly took off the tricorn hat that had been with him for a long time and had witnessed countless bloody massacres.

He then took off his long trench coat and threw all the weapons, equipment, and various gadgets that had helped him turn the tide of battle on the ground.

Having shed that outer shell, apart from his flamboyant hairstyle, he was no different from any other Jerry, and he roared ahead.

"Come on, Jerry! Let's have a match the most traditional way!"

Jerry, who was looking back at the burning white phosphorus, turned around when he heard this and saw that his opponent had stopped using weapons and was now trying to have a real 1v1 duel with him using his fists and feet.

Well... let's go then?

Jerry, assuming a fighting stance, walked towards C167 Jerry. At that moment, the clouds that had been gathering in the sky finally began to pour rain.

Before they even got close to each other, they were already soaked by the heavy rain.

But this did not stop the two of them from standing on the street, squinting and kicking each other, attacking each other for their own goals!

"For Morty!!!"

"For... um? Morty??? What happened to him???"

Chapter 472 Use your brain to think about the problem

"Monkey! Shit!"

Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner???

"That's my son! You have no idea you're not C167 Jerry at all, do you??? The Morty you're protecting has absolutely no blood relation to you!"

While parrying, C167 Jerry asked Jerry what "for Morty" meant, only to receive the news that his own bloodline was about to be wiped out.

C167 Jerry not only didn't want to fight anymore, but he also knelt on the ground and slapped his own face hard a dozen times.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My only son, C167 Jerry's only son, is about to die, and I'm actually stopping P850 from saving him! Ah!!! Damn it!!! What am I going to do!!!

One Jerry was in a state of collapse and panic.

The other Jerry naturally also fell into a breakdown.

Because until now, no one has ever told him that he is not C167 Jerry at all. The child he thought he loved deeply turned out to be the child of this bastard in front of him!

"what!!!!"

Facing the torrential rain, Jerry let out a heart-wrenching roar, letting the large raindrops pelt his face.

It seems they wanted to use these to wash away all the memories in their brains.

at the same time.

In the Cthulhu universe, Morty is also under increasing mental pressure, because the closer he gets to Azathoth, the louder the noisy whispers in his head become.

At first, it was just three or four people whispering in his ear, but when he tried to cover his ears, the voices entered his brain, and the number of voices increased to thirty or forty.

But this is just the beginning.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of voices murmured in your head at the same time. Those overlapping sounds made it impossible to hear a single word, yet they grew increasingly noisy, making you want to twist your head off.

What terrified Morty even more was that the closer he got to the other person, the less he dared to look at their body, because the longer he stared, the more his consciousness would drop, and he would become completely dazed.

It is not advisable to look directly at it.

indescribable.

It is unacceptable to hear.

These inherent traits of the Kryptonian gods, aided by Grandpa's limited technology, never had any effect on Morty.

But when Azathoth, the origin of the universe, appeared.

Everything would be completely different then.

If the value of Kelp and others is 1, then the value of Azathoth is infinite.

This is not a super monster that can be dealt with by some small technological means.

When Morty was still more than 500,000 kilometers away from the other side, he could not withstand the pressure and had to stop. He stared at the starry sky below, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, suppressed the thought of escaping in his mind, and forced his body to move again.

However, having only just begun to deify, he was not yet ready to face the only top-tier boss in the Cthulhu universe.

Then...

A spaceship slowly passed by him...

"What...what the heck? How did this ship...start moving???"

Out of the corner of his eye, Morty caught a glimpse of a dark figure passing by on his right. He turned his head and saw his spaceship, which had flown from the planet into outer space, turning around at a speed of ten meters per second and chasing after Azathoth with its back to him.

Morty remained stunned until the spaceship passed right in front of him before he came to his senses. He then noticed a frozen, necrotic finger moving back and forth incessantly through a small hole at the tail of the spaceship.

It seems they are using the limited air in the spaceship to bring it closer to Azathoth...

this...

Morty immediately gave chase.

He peered into the ship and saw Sammy, not Jerry, standing at the stern, his body tense, veins bulging, and howling in pain.

"Sangmei? What are you doing here? Where's Jerry?"

Hearing Morty's voice coming from behind her, Sangmei turned around, and her pale, almost bloodless face startled Morty.

Sangmei, who had plugged the hole with her fingers, knelt on the ground, her body limp, and said in a weak voice, "Motty, you can't go and die like this..."

"But only if I fight to the death can you possibly survive."

Upon hearing this, Sangmei immediately perked up, angrily standing up and yelling at Morty.

"Then you'd better find a place with oxygen and leave me there! If you die, this mental barrier will be gone, and I'll die too! Do you think I can withstand the environment of outer space?!"

"..."

After a brief 'exchange,' Morty blushed, unsure how to respond, because he hadn't... considered that aspect at the time...

My mind was filled with the idea of ​​having a real man's one-on-one duel with Azathoth.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to skip the matter and said that he would move you to another place first, and you wouldn't need to get involved in the rest.

"Bullshit! My fingers are frozen to the point of necrosis! Can't you...can't you use your brain? Grandpa taught you so much, why are you still acting like a caveman, insisting on hand-to-hand combat!"

It seems that Sangmei's IQ hasn't kicked in yet.

Morty was too lazy to explain to her that Azathoth and Cthulhu were not even in the same league; Azathoth was an eternally max-level player on the server.

Even after Cthulhu and others have survived for hundreds of millions of years, they are still just a dish to him.

Use your brain...

I have hundreds of thousands of voices whispering in my head right now. It's a testament to my exceptional resilience that I haven't been driven crazy.

Why don't you use...use your brain...huh? How are you able to handle it?

Finally noticing a certain girl, Morty, who seemed completely unaffected by the 'unheard', stepped forward, helped Sangmei remove her finger, and plugged the hole that should have been plugged a minute earlier.

Morty then asked the other party why they were able to withstand Azathoth's 'chattering'.

"What sound? I can't hear it! There's no sound at all! You really are crazy, you're starting to hallucinate!"

Morty: "..."

As for whether he was crazy or not, Morty knew very well that he wasn't. He just couldn't understand why Sammy could ignore Azathoth's 'murmur'.

what the hell!

How did you do that!

"Alright, alright, now that you're back, don't go out and get yourself killed again."

"Morty! If you dare to leave, I'll kill myself right now! I believe that if Project Phoenix could resurrect us, you would have done it already. So dying here is truly dying!"

"Now sit down and use your brain to think about the problem!"

Looking at his sister, who was sometimes clever and sometimes foolish, Morty glanced out the window, hesitated for a long time, and then decided to sit down.

Ten minutes later...

"Have you come up with a good plan that can solve the problem without you having to sacrifice yourself?"

"No..."

Twenty minutes later...

Have you come up with any plans yet?

"without..."

After half an hour.

Grandpa stood on the glass of the spaceship, looking at the two little rascals sitting cross-legged on the ground, and yelled, "What are you two doing sitting here! Having a sweet sibling moment before you die?"

Chapter 473 I've had enough

Am I dreaming... or am I hallucinating?

"I feel like I'm dreaming..."

"What kind of dream are you having? Before, it was just men who couldn't do anything to you, but now even Azathoth can't do anything to you. Don't you understand what this means?"

"roll!"

Seeing that these two little rascals still had the mind to argue, Grandpa, wearing a tight-fitting space protective suit, took out a laser knife from his tool bag and cut through the thick glass.