Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Before Sangmi was killed by the space environment, a portable spacesuit device was placed on her arm, and a white emergency spacesuit saved her life.

It was at this moment that the two realized that the grandfather who appeared in front of them was not some fake or non-existent figure, but a real grandfather!

"Holy crap! How did you get in?"

"Really you?"

"You two saw me come to rescue you, and this is all you've done? Not even a loving hug for your grandpa???"

If it weren't for the glass cover on his spacesuit, making it really inconvenient to take it off right now, Grandpa would have liked to drink a heart-wrenching drink.

Damn... the entire Cthulhu universe is in turmoil right now.

The teleportation gun couldn't get in at all; I had to use an upgraded version of 'primitive technology'—space delivery technology (one-way ticket)—to enter this universe.

You two took such a huge risk to come in, and you didn't even shed a tear. My heart is broken!

However, Grandpa knew this wasn't the time to talk nonsense. He gestured for the two to follow him, as he was going to use the space teleportation technology again to get everyone out of there.

However, one problem lies before the three of them...

If something is sent from a stable universe into an unstable universe, it will at most randomly appear anywhere in the latter universe.

However, it is from an unstable universe to a stable universe.

This means that there may be a slight deviation.

For example, the Shadow Group incident... was a consequence of spatial instability...

"Again? I bet a dime that the three of us will definitely get separated again this time!"

Knowing exactly what was going to happen next, Morty, to Sammi's astonishment, shoved the teleportation gun into her hand, telling her to use it to return to universe C167 later.

As for myself...

Let's take on more risks!

Seeing what the two were doing, Grandpa didn't say anything, but urged them to get ready quickly, as he was about to activate the trampoline.

Um...

It was only then that Morty noticed his grandfather's back, where he had been carrying a large trampoline.

Or rather...

This looks exactly like the stepping board that gymnasts use when they get on the vaulting horse.

Is this the artifact you used to enter this universe, ignoring the spatial tremors unconsciously caused by Azathoth?

It's definitely Rick's signature art style...

The aesthetic design is lacking!

"Sangmei, you go first."

At her grandfather's request, Sangmei was the first to walk to the pedal. The moment she stepped on it, she was launched into the air and disappeared at super-fast light speed.

Although she disappeared in the blink of an eye in front of Morty, she actually arrived at the location of the cosmic wall in three seconds, successfully passing through it and achieving the feat of 'crossing over, but not completely crossing over'.

After Sangmei left.

Morty thought it was his turn.

But Grandpa intervened and stopped him.

How did you manage to survive a near-death experience?

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have already fallen into Azathoth's eternal dream, but you managed to escape on your own."

The old man's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion, and with his left hand on his waist, he seemed ready to strike at any moment.

This completely baffled Morty.

I was just thinking about the problem, and then... how do you explain this? It seems there's no way to explain it, right? It's purely idealism at work.

"Hey, do you suspect that I'm some Great Old One in disguise?"

You could say that.

"..."

Speechless, Morty scratched his head and looked around, as if to say, "If you're going to doubt yourself, then you'd better leave now."

There's nothing wrong with staying in this world and dying.

As soon as this attitude was displayed, Grandpa's face showed an expression of 'I knew it'.

As if he had guessed Morty would say that, Grandpa reached out and rubbed Morty's head, then injected a vial of medicine into Morty's neck.

"Ah! What's going on! You... how did you prick me with that syringe? What did you give me?"

In order to survive in the space environment, Morty has maintained his soul form, but in this very situation, Grandpa's needle still managed to prick him.

This left Morty somewhat bewildered.

Seeing the annoyance on Morty's face, Grandpa chuckled. "Divinity-suppressing drugs, to put it simply, are 'nervous system treatment drugs.' Because you were deified once before...tsk, after you were deified, you really were like a sponge. You could learn any knowledge given to you directly without needing to learn it a second time."

"But you also..."

"Don't lie to me! I don't believe you!"

Grandpa, who was interrupted by Morty, wasn't annoyed. He shrugged and said, "Don't you realize that your current way of thinking is almost entirely based on scheming? Don't you think you've lost your pursuit of technology? Do you remember two months ago, when you loved collecting all sorts of gadgets and firmly believed that technology was the answer to all problems?"

"Or rather, from day one you've always believed in technology, so why is your way of thinking now so limited? Don't you realize that?"

"What...what?"

Unable to accept this, Morty slowly took a few steps back, his expression a mixture of sorrow and anger, as if a wild beast was about to break free of its cage.

Seeing Morty's odd expression, Grandpa, no longer as relaxed as before, immediately stepped forward to comfort him, "Think of it positively, at least you... Ah!!!"

Before Grandpa could react in time.

At this moment, a certain string in Morty's heart snapped completely. He plunged his right hand directly into his grandfather's abdomen. His eyes were wide open, revealing murderous intent, and his pupils were shrunken to their smallest size, making him look just like a fierce tiger launching an attack.

"Fuck! You're insane!"

Grandpa, whose entire abdomen had been pierced, grabbed Morty's wrist with his left hand and quickly pulled out a nearly transparent sword from his waist with his right hand, slashing it hard into Morty's arm.

The soul's arm, which was almost immune to most physical attacks, was severed by Grandpa's sword.

Finally, the grandfather, his face contorted with malice, continued to stab Morty without any mercy.

Having lost an arm that had grown back, Morty retreated rapidly, watching as a part of his memories and consciousness fell into the endless galaxy.

"You bastard! I've had enough! I've had enough of your endless manipulation!"

"Really? You idiot!"

Chapter 474 You think I forgot you're not good at close combat?

Sometimes, Morty wondered how long he would have to endure all this before he finally snapped.

Maybe tomorrow?

Maybe next year?

Perhaps decades from now?

But after he learned that he had once been deified and that his grandfather had suppressed him, he had been living under the suppression of his deification ever since, and that some bastard had also suppressed his technological abilities.

Morty finally couldn't take it anymore.

The rage surging from his heart made him want to kill his grandfather, and spurred on by the grandfather's last words, he put aside all his concerns and took action.

"You little trash, listen to me carefully. You've started to regain your divinity. I still have medicine here. Either you take it obediently, or you die, understand?"

"Let's see who dies first, you old dog! I've put up with you for far too long!"

"Do you want Jerry, Beth, and Sammy to leave you even after you break ties with me and eventually escape?"

"I don't care!!! Yes! Surprised? Trying to bind me with familial love? When has that ever bound you, Rick? Yes! I don't care about those three anymore! I don't care about you either! You rotten, rotten scourge! You should have died a long time ago!!!"

Within his brain, a function that had been suppressed for a long time gradually unlocked under the stimulation of divinity. Morty released hundreds of mental walls with a wave of his hand, blocking the space between himself and his grandfather.

Because he knew that his grandfather had to act quickly to stop him from continuing to become divine, he had to stall for time!

Grandpa's response was...

He took out a syringe with one hand and injected himself, seeing the damaged organs rapidly growing back. He then repaired his spacesuit.

Grandpa took out a round metal badge and placed it on top of the glass case.

A ring of eight-legged, semi-circular nanorobots was released from the edge of the badge. They captured any usable matter in the air and rapidly mass-produced more nanorobots using picometer-level splitters within their bodies.

In just over ten seconds, these silver-gray nanobots expanded their numbers at twice the speed.

2 4 8 16 ...

When the number exceeded 16384, half of the nanobots, in order to construct a larger forging furnace through more complex connections, left the badge and plunged into the starry sky.

Even as the nanobots began to replicate themselves, Grandpa didn't forget to try and confuse Morty with his words, launching into a barrage of trash talk.

"Tsk, my little Morty, are you sure this is a wise choice? I know you're resentful, after all, our cooperation hasn't always been smooth sailing, has it?"

"But don't you understand the principle that a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan?"

"So are you sure you want to do this? Can't you use your underdeveloped pig brain to think about this properly?"

"Honestly, you can't beat me in a fight, so why bother?"

Morty didn't listen to a single word of his grandfather's rubbish. He was constantly giving up his love for everything, including the emotions that most people should have, as well as many, many memories.

Those touching, sad, happy, and exciting moments.

Everything, everything, appeared and vanished before Morty's eyes. He used the method of constantly reliving these memories to extinguish his feelings about all of this.

Until, even the most touching memories could no longer stir a ripple in his heart...

At that moment, the restricted parts of his mind were finally opened, and Morty's world instantly became completely different.

science and technology...

"Hey! Are you going to handcraft a workbench for me right here and now, like in any sandbox game, first upgrade one technology, then the second, and finally climb the tech tree all the way to the top?"

"Oh..."