Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Do you think we went to attack the Galactic Empire so many times because they were a bunch of cowards and we didn't have to pay any price?

Those 50% of the shares... nominally belonged to him, but in reality belonged to certain high-ranking personnel within the Galactic Empire, who had been secretly tipping off Grandpa and Morty.

This prevented many assassinations that should have happened.

Now that the money is gone, a problem is facing Grandpa and Morty.

When people stop receiving money, they naturally stop tipping them off, so no matter how many fake families are created next.

The answer...

These fake families can indeed serve to lure the enemy.

However, if they cannot grasp the enemy's movements, they will be in a very passive state.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Morty immediately spoke up.

"So we're going to try and make that money back? By speculating in stocks? Can't we just resort to cyber intrusion or insider trading?"

Grandpa: "Do you think this is 1900? What era is this? Insider trading?"

"so..."

"Yes! Your duo with Jerry is making a comeback!"

"..."

Well, other people rely on technical skills to trade stocks, while you rely on metaphysics. Are you really just relying on luck?

Having already witnessed just a fraction of the Galactic Empire's power, Morty thought it over carefully and agreed to reunite with Jerry.

But how can you be sure that our unpredictable luck will win in the ever-changing stock market?

"Just make our competitors lose!"

"Good...good idea..."

The way to win isn't necessarily by beating your opponent; as long as you ensure your opponent keeps losing, you can win. That's truly a masterclass in strategy...

Having said that, Morty glanced at the clock on the wall and decided to see his guest out. "See you tomorrow then."

"What? See you tomorrow? You think the multiverse stock market has a break? It's open 24/7!"

"ha..."

Having just been disgusted by the "Drunken Mind Script" a few hours ago, Morty is now about to be transported to a multiverse story. Even though he can go for long periods without sleep these days, he's finding it a bit too much to handle.

But Grandpa urged him very seriously this time, leaving Morty with no choice but to follow.

He told Quinn to reflect on his actions.

Then, together with his grandfather, they pulled the emotionally wounded man, Jerry, off the sofa, not giving him any chance to speak.

The three grown men then traveled through the portal to the multiverse stock market.

And after they left...

Dark Mo appeared at the end of the street in front of his house through the portal, carrying... a bottle of fine wine that he had obtained at great cost from the Wine Universe.

He got out of the car a few hundred meters from his grandfather's house... cough cough! His respectful manner as he stepped out of the portal, coupled with the presence of an expensive gift, clearly didn't mean he was up to anything underhanded; rather, he'd been on the verge of a breakdown these past few days...

The bloody wedding plan was originally conceived and promoted by him.

The plan was to have C137 and his crew be besieged by the Galactic Empire, then use the Galactic Empire's psychological offensive, along with C137's growing emotional bond with his current family, to ultimately lead to his capture.

And when even a mythical figure like C137 was captured by the Galactic Empire.

The power structure in Ruicheng is bound to become unstable.

Don't assume that everyone in Ruicheng hates C137. As long as someone is strong enough, there will inevitably be people who want to curry favor with the strong.

Therefore, within the complex web of relationships and power dynamics within Ruicheng, there exists a group of Ricks who have long regarded C137 as their elder brother, but never include them in their group.

Well, the reason they failed to seize power was that C137 found these guys too annoying, wanting to be with him all the time.

In short.

The failure of the bloody wedding, and its unexpected outcome, left Dark Mo lying in Ruicheng for 90 hours before he finally came to his senses.

This time he brought gifts with him.

I just want Grandpa to say that, whether you do it intentionally or unintentionally, as long as you don't interfere with my actions anymore, that's fine.

But the three of them had just left because of stock market matters.

Dark Mo is destined to come up empty-handed.

He arrived at the wooden door and knocked heavily. After waiting for half a minute, Beth pushed the door open with some doubt and saw the dark little Mo outside.

"You? Morty?"

"I'm not your Morty, I am..."

After about half a minute of bickering, Beth finally found out who Dark Mo was. She said that Grandpa and the other two weren't here, but if there was anything she needed, she could relay the message.

"I have to talk to him about this myself, so... who is it!"

Dark Mo, who was always extremely vigilant, drew his energy gun the moment his spatial detection device emitted a danger signal and fired it at the location marked as the source of the danger signal.

Biu~

A pale blue energy bullet, under the cover of night, struck the air next to the flower bed of the family living across the street at a speed of 0.001 seconds.

As the energy bullets disappeared.

A fly-like figure, its chest pierced and emitting white smoke, collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Dark Mo, having landed a successful blow, showed no sign of a smile. This was because Flymen rarely acted alone; the appearance of a single Flyman usually meant...

"Disguise removed!"

The streets, which had just been deserted, now stretched from the sky to the ground, with hundreds of silent aerial artillery emplacements hovering above the heads of tens of thousands of fly-men clad in optical camouflage suits...

"I'm just here to reconcile..."

"You didn't need to conspire with the Galactic Empire to plot against me!!!"

Chapter 511 Multiverse Stock Market

"Damn~ Is this the stock market of the multiverse? It's a bit... completely different from what I imagined! Your stock market is so unorthodox! Right, Morty?"

"It's definitely a little bit different from what I expected..."

Standing in a stock trading hall that could almost be described as a gigantic plaza, Morty and Jerry scanned the rows of stock names, real-time buy and sell prices, price increases and decreases, and detailed reports on the stocks that could be obtained by mental confirmation on the four holographic projections.

Morty selected a holographic projection to the east of him, titled "MN - The Zekequi Civilization," and tried to confirm it with his mind.

A dim yellow beam of light projected an extremely detailed report upwards from thirty centimeters in front of Morty's feet.

[Since 100 years ago, they have stepped from the sea onto land, possessing eight arms and four legs. They have already developed writing, know how to use simple stone tools and fire, mastered ceramic manufacturing techniques, and some herbal remedies...]

The real-time purchase price is: 2000 Imperial Coins per share.

[Civilization Potential: Rank F]

[Individuals and institutions holding 30% of the shares provide the Technological Big Bang Package; individuals and institutions holding 40% of the shares provide the Genetic Rapid Evolution Package; individuals and institutions holding 50% of the shares consolidate the Ancient Technology Package...]

Morty: "This is totally an arcade..."

Although this report, which looks just like game data, makes Morty only want to believe that this is an arcade, it is indeed the multiverse stock market.

In a typical stock market, what you buy and sell are company stocks.

But here, those civilizations that have not yet entered the space age, and some valuable individuals, are the ones they trade with.

After all... if we were to use companies as trading partners, the sheer number of companies—hundreds of millions—would be enough to exhaust any stock trader.

Therefore, the multiverse stock market is about continuously buying and selling a selected target to profit from a digital game, while ultimately gaining 100% control of a civilization or a rising future power in the multiverse.

After understanding the rules and rewards of the stock market, Morty became quite eager to try it out.

I casually created a secret cult for fun last time, now should I... buy up a civilization and have them establish a Morty cult?

"Motty, how much money do you have on you?"

"Eh...you?"

Clearly, Morty wasn't the only one with the same idea. A middle-aged loser whose luck had reached an absurd level also wanted to enter this multiverse stock market and have a thrilling stock market battle.

Upon hearing the unspoken implication that the guy understood perfectly, Morty immediately straightened his face and distanced himself by three meters.

The meaning of this action is quite clear.

Don't even think about borrowing money from me. Besides, I don't have much money on me. And with your terrible luck, going into the stock market is practically a self-destructive stock market crash!

But... when Grandpa, who had gone to open a new account, actually shoved a gold card into Jerry's hand, Morty was completely taken aback.

"Wait...didn't we say I was going to team up with him?"

Why would you give him a new account?

Grandpa took out his phone and asked in bewilderment, "Look, aren't all the stocks going up right now?"

"yes..."

"So, do you think the stock will fall if you buy it, or if Jerry will buy it and the stock will fall?"

"..."

FUCK~

"Yes, your role today is to prevent Jerry from causing a stock market crash. So, how does it feel to be the boss's leg accessory for the first time?"

"Big boss my ass!"

As the two prepared for another live battle, Jerry, armed with 500,000 yuan in seed money, had his eyes gleaming with wealth, ready to use the holographic real-time trading platform to buy...

"You scoundrel! Who said you could place bets without guidance?!"

"Jerry! Stop! I'm running low on funds! Don't mess things up at a time like this!!!"

"Stop! Or I'll make sure you can never use those hands again in your next life!"

Upon realizing that someone was secretly placing bets behind his back, Grandpa abandoned Morty and pounced on Jerry, because he really didn't have much money left!

If this guy keeps messing things up, then P850 is just waiting to go bankrupt!