Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 480 I'll gladly accept this dog.

Throughout the entire distant universe, everyone knows that you can't provoke C137, and you can't even make him interested in you or anything he owns.

Otherwise, it could very well become part of his adventure story, most likely the kind that doesn't have a happy ending and is abandoned once it's ruined.

After all, most of the time, the damage caused by C137 + C137 Morty together is many times greater than that caused by Grandpa and Morty together.

So for someone, things have gotten really bad...

Oops?

Stein, who was already internally screaming "FUCK!" tens of thousands of times, gradually turned pale.

The effect is so amazing that even girls who want to whiten their skin would exclaim "Amazing!"

Just as C137 met Stein's eyes, and the two were about to have a friendly, cheerful, and pat-on-the-shoulder exchange about the time-traveling hound, saying things like "You're doing well, young man, you even have an extinct animal,"...

Just then, the bride, still wiping away tears, finished reciting the love vows that had deeply moved Birdman and C137 Beth.

Hmm, and then what about the agreed-upon action signal?

While wiping away her tears, the old woman still kept her hand on the gun under her wedding dress, waiting for a signal.

Where did your signal go?

been eaten?

So, as is customary, it's now C137's turn to pick up a glass of wine and say a few witty and touching words that will make people laugh.

For example, what kind of dark history Birdman had, how he never agreed with the bride's views, and how, through her daily interactions with my good friend and the things they experienced together, she gradually changed my opinion of him.

Completely uninterested in such matters, C137 hesitated for a few seconds, noticing everyone looking at him expectantly, even Birdman, who usually seemed no different from a robot, was anticipating his speech.

So C137 gave Stein a look that said "don't go," before standing up.

He glanced around at the crowd who seemed to be involved in the wedding but were actually just there to carry out their schemes. He sighed inwardly and began his signature Rick-esque speech.

"Ahem, first of all, you should all know that I generally don't like to be a spoilsport. This is your happiness, and it's his happiness too. I shouldn't make any judgments."

"But when I saw that out of tens of thousands of people present, only a few hundred were qualified to walk into this sacred place to exchange vows and witness the union of a couple, and only a fraction of those hundreds were truly happy for the birdman's wedding,"

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Why do I feel sad? Even someone like me who sees marriage as a stupid and torturous thing, standing at my old friend's wedding, looking at all of you..."

Noticing that the faces of everyone present were gradually darkening, C137 deliberately paused, making them think that he would stop talking.

Even harsher words followed.

"You may not like what others consider very important, but you don't need to spout nonsense in front of them, or humiliate, destroy, torment, or insult what they value!"

"That guy who got dragged out and beaten up by C167 Morty just now made me realize that some people really deserve a beating!"

"And a large portion of everyone here isn't much better than that guy from before!"

At this point, some people were already annoyed, but die-hard C137 fans like Shi Kuangqi were completely excited.

They had just heard that bastard spouting nonsense.

How dare he act so outrageously at my brother Birdman's wedding! Not to mention Morty and C137, they would want to rush up and beat this bastard up too!

So C137 is right!

Let those bastards realize just how disgusting they are!

"Why can't those of you who are discussing business find a small room, put a table and two chairs, and then put a light bulb on the ceiling that can fully illuminate your lustful faces?"

"Those of you who come here to socialize, why can't you shut your beaks at this moment, wait for this most important ceremony, and then, like animals exuding the scent of mating, go to receive the favor of others?"

"Those who can't control their mouths and think that speaking their minds is true character, when in reality they're just despicable bastards with foul mouths, can you shut your damn mouths! Just be a spectator and the world doesn't need your profound opinions. Everyone isn't blind, and we don't need you to be some opinion leader!"

"This is a very simple wedding! We didn't accept any monetary gifts, and there are seats outside for 'unimportant' people! When you come in, please show them respect! And also save face for yourself!"

When C137 finished his sarcastic wedding speech, about 90% of the people present had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Of course, this does not include birdmen.

After all, he wasn't blind. Most of the people present were just guests of the bird-people, using their wedding as an excuse to do business and socialize.

Only a small number of people actually came to celebrate his wedding, and he had not intended to invite them in anyway.

But not everyone in this world can be so heartless as to refuse everything, right?

Therefore, he could only endure this happening before his eyes.

Similarly, he knew that C137's words were also meant to vent his anger.

After giving C137 a "my man" look, Birdman raised his glass, effectively putting the matter behind them.

Those guys who were practically being verbally abused by C137 picked up their glasses, their faces darkening, and downed their drinks in one gulp to calm themselves down.

Of course, at this point, there's definitely no one who's 'not a good drinker' and would pretend to be drunk to jump out and curse C137.

Because not only do they not care, they'll also cut off this guy's head and use it as a football.

After criticizing everyone present one by one, C137 plopped down in a seat.

Then I noticed that someone who was just here and whom I had specifically warned had secretly slipped away?

Do you think you can ignore me just because you're hanging out with P850?

He's not here right now!

If I catch you in the middle, this won't be as easy to resolve as it was when I was speaking to you politely before!

So C137 got up without even bothering to come up with an excuse, and then slipped away to the outside of the temple of the bird-men.

Okay, let's go through the small door Morty just went through.

Incidentally, I also shot that guy in the head who dared to spout nonsense in front of my friends on my wedding day.

Having already been severely injured by Morty, he barely managed to get up from the ground, only to collapse again with wide eyes...

Even after using a search device, they couldn't find Stein. It turned out that the bastard had already escaped, and had even taken a dog with a very strong odor with him.

Even C137 couldn't help but wonder if Grandpa had equipped that big devil with some kind of teleportation gun.

Otherwise, how could this thing have gotten away so quickly?

Stein, who had been tied up by Dark Mo and thrown to the ground, said that it wasn't that he was fast, but that he encountered a ghost as soon as he ran out the door!

"I never expected that when the plan went wrong, there would be such an unexpected bonus..."

"Time-Space Hound!"

"A cross-dimensional hound whose DNA was even erased by Rick and his ilk, and I just casually run into one."

Dark Mo, who had obtained the only god-level pet in the entire server, was in a great mood. He glanced at Stein, who was moving around on the ground.

"Alright, stop messing around. This rope of mine has even subdued creatures bigger than you, but... I'm in a good mood today! I'll let you off the hook!"

"I'll gladly accept this dog!"

With Stein's tearful expression, the time-traveling hound that caused Hell to be attacked by the Fly People and made the dead die again has changed hands.

Unable to find Stein's C137, they ultimately chose to abandon the project.

Anyway, Stein is with Grandpa, so I'll just talk to that bastard next time. That dog has to die!

Chapter 481 It's Time to Go

Since he decided to wait until next time he met that old jerk and have a chat with him, C137 quickly put the matter aside.

However, when he turned back into the temple...

C137 suddenly thought of a very tricky detail.

If a guy who is very eye-catching in terms of height swaggers in with a time-traveling hound at the wedding of a criminal wanted by the Galactic Empire, it would be a terrible sight.

How could he possibly not attract the attention of anyone present?

Without the help of any machines, he deduced by his own eyes that the dog that looked like a Doberman was very likely a time-traveling hound that Rick had killed to extinction.

If his memory serves him correctly, that massive hunt affected almost every territories of the Galactic Empire.

This means that, basically, no mass amnesia incident is likely to occur!

Many people at the scene carried various active or passive detection devices to ensure that there were no enemies around them who could threaten them.

After all, almost everyone present had something on their mind; even if they couldn't make it into the Galactic Empire's top 100 list, they were still people who had risen to fame on their local planets.

To achieve this level of skill on a single planet, one's eyesight must be exceptional.

But even so, would those guys who are almost always with their machines lose their vigilance in front of a dog?

When C167 Morty walked in, there were at least a dozen people checking to see if the little rascal was really him.

Why didn't they check when a dog came in?

Although C137 already sensed something was amiss, what truly aroused his suspicion was the presence of dozens of people from the Galactic Empire's top 100 most wanted individuals—almost veritable intergalactic villains—at a mid-year wedding gathering.

Not a single fly-man appeared.

Doesn't this warrant suspicion?

So far, not a single person has managed to identify the spy at this wedding?

Could it be that those fly-men felt they shouldn't disturb the bird-men's wedding?

C137, of course, did not believe this, based on his understanding of those fly-people who could evolve from flies into intelligent beings.

These guys are almost inexhaustible in number, so many that they have enough manpower to be deployed to any operation at any time.

Thinking of this, C137 took out the teleportation gun.

He first used the teleportation gun to open a portal, casually threw some things inside, and tested his teleportation gun to see if it might have been secretly tampered with.

As of now, their teleportation gun is still able to connect to the C137 universe.

This made C137 wonder if he was being too paranoid.

However, since the wedding is almost over, the most important wedding ceremony for the bride and groom has been completed, and they have said those love vows that moved them but seemed boring to others.

Then I should take C137 Morty and the others back to the C137 universe.