Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

In short, he felt that this place was becoming less and less safe.

If C137 intends to leave, then naturally they will leave as soon as they say they will.

The reason I got involved in this wedding was because of a mistake made by C137 Jerry, which led me to attend the wedding.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to attend a wedding where everyone, who are usually scattered across different universes, are gathered together and the Galactic Empire can wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Now that the wedding is over, it's time to leave. C137, who had returned to the wedding venue, said that it was time for his people to go.

Upon hearing this, C137 Morty, C137 Beth, C137 Somme, and even C137 Jerry all expressed their desire to stay.

Let's go see the even grander carnival celebration tonight.

Instead of immediately opening a portal and returning to that two-story house, where some people play on their phones and others watch TV.

Then the two of them went off to find other places to have fun.

So the three of them were left alone in the house to while away their time.

"Jesus! A celebration? You're really treating this wedding like a wedding?"

"You didn't consider the risks involved at all, did you?"

"Didn't you notice those slug-like monsters sitting with the bird-people royal family? Those guys... they're the second largest arms supplier in this star system... no! I should say the C137 universe, you know that?"

"Take another look at those who resemble birdmen, but aren't actually birdmen. They're more like a branch of magpie people or eagle people. These guys are the infamous Skyhawk Warriors from the C137 universe. It's quite a surprise to see this mercenary group here."

"You think they came here on vacation?"

"So all of you get up now and come with me!"

"If you don't want to leave, then... Morty! You're coming with me!"

Seeing that C137, like before, when he couldn't get the whole family's approval on certain things, he resorted to the old method of getting his staunch supporter C137 Morty to support him.

This time, however, his plan backfired, because Morty was here, and this Morty had begun to occupy a relatively important place in C137 Morty's heart.

It's like having someone as an example to emulate, to learn from, and to believe that you can do it too.

This is similar to C137 Jerry seeing himself in a parallel universe as a movie star, or C137 Beth seeing herself as a real surgeon.

People always hope to see what they can achieve after making different choices and experiencing different things.

This change, so different from their current situation, excites them and makes them realize that if they had done things differently back then, their lives might have been completely different.

So when Morty appeared here, C137 Morty, who was usually very compliant, didn't refuse for the first time... but rather expressed his refusal to C137 with an extremely firm attitude for the first time.

Without the slightest hesitation!

You will absolutely not regret it!

After all, you can't always use me as a shield when you have disagreements with your family. If I have to obey you in everything, then what am I to you?

The defiant tone in C137 Morty's voice, so different from his usual demeanor, made C137 frown.

Although I am not the kind of person with a tyrannical personality.

No, I'm not the kind of person who would kill you if you didn't listen to me.

However, as things stand, the situation at this wedding is very complicated, and I have already explained everything I discovered to everyone in front of me.

These idiots actually want to stay here and participate in some so-called boring night of revelry?

Jesus!

If you want to see a carnival, want to see fireworks?

We can go find a carnival planet right away.

Or how about we find a party planet filled with drinks, music, revelry, and large-scale social events—a place where you can have almost anything you want—and have a blast for a whole month, until you never want to go out again?

"No! I'm only interested in this place! Rick! You can't keep manipulating us!"

Chapter 482 I'm Going to Be a Father

Although it wasn't the first time C137 Morty had rejected him, the situation was completely different in the past.

Because back then... Morty wasn't there!

Morty simply rolled his eyes at C137's attempt to shift the blame onto him, because he was quietly waiting for something to happen, something that should have happened long ago.

But Morty didn't live to see that event happen until Birdman came down from the platform and started toasting the guests one by one.

What's wrong with them? Why did they suddenly stop attacking?

Did my appearance make them feel that there were too many variables and that it wasn't the right time to act?

Just as Morty had expected, the Flies hiding in the shadows did feel fear. After reporting to their superiors, they received a relief.

They tried their best to cancel the operation without causing any changes.

The raiding and arrest team that had been set up also withdrew from the vicinity of the wedding venue.

So this means that a woman who marries a birdman must continue to maintain the pretense of a loving but scheming couple.

Dark Mo, who could not accept this result, naturally had to intervene.

He obtained the Time-Traveling Hound, but that didn't mean he intended to stop there. When he overheard the Fly Man making a phone call to his superior, he knew he had to push things to the point of no return.

The question is how to make the whole situation utterly hopeless, which will truly test Dark Mo's ability to devise strategies on the fly.

So he chose to wait until nightfall to give these people a different kind of stimulation.

And so, night quickly fell.

As night fell, the atmosphere at the wedding gradually became more lively.

If a daytime wedding is a very solemn and serious ceremony, then a nighttime wedding is a carnival where everyone can let loose and be themselves.

Morty, who hadn't left since arriving here, was currently drinking a beverage, having found a slightly elevated spot, and watching the bird-woman dancing in the distance with a serious expression.

Standing next to him was C137 Morty.

This guy, whose eyes were constantly fixed on the dancing girl, could also multitask by drinking a large cup of beverage and chatting with Morty at the same time.

"Motty, I'm so glad we had a good time."

"..."

If a girl said this to him, Morty could reach out and stroke her hair, pretending to be affectionate, and say, "Oh, baby, happiness is this simple~"

But C137 Morty told himself, "We had a happy time."

The person's expression was as if they had been constipated for ten days, and the discomfort was palpable. Because of C137 Morty, there were no strange or unusual things involved; it was simply that part of what they had thought of.

Yes, keep nodding, smiling, and saying "Yes, you're right."

Having successfully fended off the talkative C137 Morty, Morty also managed to spare half his attention and enter a state of deep thought.

Because today has been rather strange all day.

From the daytime wedding until now, everything has been proceeding as planned. The Fly Man hasn't even shown up, and Stein has never returned since he ran away.

Looking at the crowd celebrating the wedding in the distance, Morty suddenly felt a little bored, so he took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

I've only taken a few puffs.

C137 then came looking for them.

"Hey, don't you think everything's going too smoothly?"

"Um"

"Huh? That's all you said?" C137 was unhappy to hear that someone only replied with one word. She was planning to have a good talk with him, but he treated her with indifference.

What the hell?

Can you please stop being so childish?

"I haven't even settled the score with you for throwing the moon at me last time. Are you sure maintaining this attitude now is a very wise choice?"

Morty glanced sideways at a smelly old man who wasn't quite at his peak intelligence, holding a bottle and reeking of alcohol, and replied casually.

"You have no evidence. Everyone knows that Dark Little Mo did that, so it has nothing to do with me."

"fart!"

Just as the two were about to have a proper on-the-spot battle...

A birdman waiter ran over and solemnly announced that the birdmen had something very important to announce.

To all true friends of the birdmen, hurry to the temple.

"Hmm? Is there something important that you want us to come over?"

Upon hearing that their stoic old friend had something important to announce to everyone, C137 and Morty both felt a pang of doubt.

Noticing the delight on the waiter's face, C137 immediately thought of another possibility... Is Birdman going to have a baby?

Otherwise, this waiter wouldn't have been unable to maintain even the polite smile typical of the service industry, instead greeting me with a very genuine smile...

Morty, however, was not thinking about anything yet, because his hearing was drawn to the sound of an inconspicuous violin amidst the DJ's music.

See the world through black and white lines.

Dozens of meters away, beside a circular flower bed, sat an old man with a tiger's head on the ground. He was playing a rhythmic segment of a piece of music repeatedly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, on a worn-out, faded violin.

The violin music, sometimes deep and sometimes shrill, gradually made Morty's heart sink.

He couldn't quite recall where he had heard the piece before, but there was a very tragic story behind it.

"You come with me. After I figure out what important things the birdmen have to do, I'll drop them off at home and go find that guy P850."

"Huh? Why aren't you saying anything? Have you gone mad?"

“No…” Morty replied in a low voice. His survival instincts were already urging him to run away, but he just didn’t want to do it.

It wasn't because he had any deep feelings for C137 Morty.

It wasn't that he wanted to fight alongside C137.

The question is, why should I care?

Yeah, it's dangerous, so what?

If you're so capable, then kill yourself!