Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty released a large amount of mental energy from his hands and then began to assemble electronic components one after another according to his design.

Resistors, capacitors, transistors, and then quickly jumped to integrated circuits, or chips!

The existence of chips makes the realization of any high-tech weaponry possible.

It was also when the chip appeared that Grandpa's expression changed, because Morty's speed this time was several times faster than before!

Last time he manufactured chips...

FUCK! We can't wait any longer!

After glancing at the nanobots that had covered his entire body, Grandpa tapped the touchscreen controller on his arm a few times.

These nanobots, which were originally attached to the outside of the spacesuit, began to penetrate into the spacesuit and went directly into Grandpa's body.

After shutting down the pain receptors in the brain.

Nanorobots have been integrated into the human nervous system in places like the heart, bones, and eyes, making them incredibly flexible, just like organs that grow naturally from the grandfather himself.

Then, a large number of nanobots that were still outside began to stack together and, according to the functional modules, began to build more complex functional modules until they completed the creation of a set of white armor.

"Ha, you rely on this?"

Morty, who had just made the sarcastic remark, had an entire industrial production line laid out in front of him. Thanks to Azathoth, the space of the universe was now filled with a large number of metal objects and ore that had been knocked out.

Therefore, with the mind energy production line as the core, a large number of physical robots are being manufactured. Morty has even achieved a dual production mode on a single production line, producing both manufacturing robots and combat robots!

Some continued to invest in production, while others... launched an attack on Grandpa.

"Use cannon fodder to attack first? What a loser! How boring!"

Once the foot-mounted jets were activated, Grandpa, who seemed to be bad at close combat, used nanobots in his hands to construct two hand cannons.

Facing the robots, he fired several shots. Although the simple antimatter extractor limited his firing rate, thanks to the excellent auxiliary computing AI, he could perfectly avoid enemies that didn't require him to waste time and head straight for Morty.

Grandpa, who had gone straight to the heart of the matter, approached Morty with an incredibly relaxed demeanor.

"It's over! Morty! Get some sleep!"

Just as Grandpa was about to put Morty into a coma, Morty suddenly broke free of his spirit form and transformed back into his physical body.

An average person can only survive for a maximum of about 15 seconds in space.

Morty's actions completely baffled Grandpa.

What's going on...?

He had originally intended to get close to Morty, so he immediately rushed up and placed a simple spacesuit (disc-shaped) on Morty's chest.

When the spacesuit enveloped Morty, he reverted to his spirit form.

Several robots, which had been prepared and deliberately floating, simultaneously grabbed Grandpa's arm.

Morty's long blade also slashed towards Grandpa's abdomen.

"You think I'd forget that you're not good at close combat?"

Chapter 475 Dark Matter

"Do you think someone as risk-averse as me would buy a piece of junk armor from a secondhand market just to show off my modification skills? To entrust my life to something like that? Or do you think I'd be like those retro types who insist on using ancient, patina-covered armor and rely on mysticism to survive?"

clang!

Grandpa didn't even try to dodge, letting Morty's telekinetic blade strike his abdominal armor, producing a piercing clang.

The entire blade of intent shattered instantly, its irregular fragments sliding across the outer layer of the armor at high speed without leaving even a white mark.

Grandpa easily caught the attack, then reached for Morty's neck, praising him, "Not bad, much tougher than last time. Now you finally dare to be ruthless to yourself, learning to exploit your opponent's psychology... Too bad you're still too green! Your weapon isn't strong enough!"

As one hand grabbed Morty, preparing to give him another injection to stop the farce, the robots that had failed to catch Grandpa and were not destroyed began to change their physical form.

And under a very strong suction force, it flew rapidly toward Grandpa.

During the flight, all the robots, following a pre-set program, adhered tightly to Grandpa's armor as soon as they approached him.

The syringe, of course, was not spared either.

The robot, having completely transformed its form, extended nested tubular connecting devices from its modules, enveloping Grandpa entirely in a metal sphere composed of these devices.

"Seriously? This is so cliché? Did you get this inspiration from Marvel? Do you think I'm the Hulk?"

Hearing the mocking voice coming from inside the metal sphere, Morty activated the sphere's compression device while saying, "If this were an oxygenated environment, I might doubt whether I had really caught you, but this is space. You're going to die!"

"Sigh...I thought you were going to bring me some new surprise!"

As Grandpa's voice fell, the large number of nanobots that had already infiltrated the sphere not only immediately deactivated the small self-destruct device inside, but also completely destroyed the compression device.

Just as he was about to take over the thing.

A giant hand formed from mental energy grabbed the sphere and unleashed its maximum energy output, attempting to crush the entire sphere on the spot.

"Alright, we've played enough of the game. Your problem is solved, but I still have some issues to resolve. It's time to wrap this up!"

"When you become a god, can't you have any other ambitions besides wanting to kill me???"

Dozens of incredibly stable energy spikes simultaneously shot out from inside the sphere, first piercing the sphere, then penetrating the giant energy hand, and finally, under Grandpa's rotation, the two layers of obstruction were cut into pieces.

Grandpa, who emerged from the broken sphere, lost all composure the moment he saw the new situation outside.

In the time he had just wasted, Morty had, just as he had mocked, upgraded from a first-tier technology class to a second-tier technology class.

The 'retro' robots have been replaced by more powerful weapons.

Morty, clad in a suit of pure black armor, held a single-barreled shotgun in his left hand and a small, perfectly stable, pure black axe in his right.

Grandpa, who knew his stuff, immediately recognized what that little axe that suddenly appeared in Morty's gunfight and robot duel was.

"Extracting dark matter... I knew that... Once you become divine, your innate conditions dictate that you must embark on this path..."

"This is really not surprising at all."

Seeing that a quick resolution to the battle was no longer an option, Grandpa had an idea: by attaching nanobots to the nervous system, he could immediately send a swarm of nanobots that had previously jumped out and replicated themselves toward Morty.

As for myself... naturally, I spent some time having the nanobots create a complete version of the antimatter annihilation cannon.

During this process, Morty kept engaging in close combat, but Grandpa dodged him every time. After all, Morty's body was still developing and he couldn't reach the peak of an adult.

Even if his opponent is a smelly old man...

But this old geezer has been fighting for decades and has a wealth of combat experience.

A battle that would put any onlooker to sleep, with Grandpa constantly dodging, finally reached what Grandpa considered the second half, with the appearance of the antimatter annihilation cannon and the nanobots crawling all over Morty's armor.

As the first antimatter energy blast erupted from the cannon, the nanobots immediately took control of Morty's armor, forcing him to stand still and take the hit.

Morty's armor suddenly revealed its true physical form.

Dark matter!

"Fuck!!! You're insane!!!"

The grandfather, whose expression changed drastically, took 0.1 seconds to guess what the person was planning to do, and could only watch helplessly as the antimatter energy blast headed towards Morty.

He threw away the antimatter cannon on his body and immediately started the nanobots to replicate at the fastest speed.

Because dark matter accounts for 26.8% of the total mass-energy of the universe!!!

Its stable structure means that it is difficult for it to participate in other chemical or physical reactions under normal circumstances.

But when antimatter hits it!

Things are getting complicated.

First, dark matter begins to become unstable. An unstable substance can be as small as boiling water or as large as a bomb about to explode.

As long as there's a trigger, the instability of dark matter means... a Big Bang that will affect the entire universe!!!

At that point, Azathoth might even go mad.

With the dark matter explosion and Azathoth's unconscious, frenzied attacks, not only Morty, but even Rick himself couldn't survive!

"Are you crazy?! You're wearing dark matter on your body!!! You'll die!!! My nanotech armor can withstand an explosion! Your body can't possibly withstand that! Take it off right now!"

"What's it to you?"

Morty gave his grandfather a cold reply and began to fly towards Azathoth. He knew that even if he became completely divine, he would not be able to defeat his grandfather, so everything he did was just stall for time.

Once their technology advanced to the point where they could extract dark matter, they kept pressuring their grandfather to bombard them with antimatter.

The dark matter within me is now completely unstable.

This does not mean the battle is over.

Next, he needs to get close to Azathoth and use the matter that makes up the universe to merge with it!

Grandpa noticed someone's intentions as they turned to leave.

Although he admired the guy's current madness, he didn't want to see this stupid pig go and merge with Azathoth just to kill him!

Do you really think your consciousness can perfectly control that 'origin' that has existed in this universe since its very beginning?

impossible!

The worst outcome is that he will devour your consciousness.

The best ending is simply that your consciousness coexists with his.

"Morty! F...fuck!"

Grandpa, who had no choice but to catch up, had to detour every so often because of the unstable dark matter traps that someone had created along the way.

Otherwise, if he gets entangled with this weird thing, Grandpa can't guarantee that he can escape unscathed from the unstable dark matter.

And someone...some idiot actually wore this thing on his body!

Faced with this situation that is already spiraling out of control and heading in a frenzy.

Grandpa was extremely irritable.

Why are there so many uncontrollable factors?!

Forcing himself into rational mode, Grandpa stared at Morty in the distance with an emotionless gaze. He finally decided to take drastic measures; he couldn't let this bastard continue his antics any longer.

"Then I'll have to snipe you for now..."