Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Don't lie on the ground! Go get your weapon! We need to buy time for Kerry! So we have to hold off C137!"

C137, who had blocked the wave of wind blades with an energy shield, stared coldly at his grandfather.

However, he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he said in a cold tone, "Since you recognized me at first glance, it seems you know something I don't?"

"So, you deliberately appeared within my surveillance range just to fight me?"

"Then come on, you'd better kill me, or you'll be one of the only two people I'll hunt down in the future."

These cryptic words made Morty, who was running back from the side of the battlefield, slow down.

He felt that the whole thing was indeed as C137 had said, and it was strange from beginning to end.

Or rather, what exactly is Grandpa plotting in the dark!

Why did C137 immediately prepare to take action as soon as it spotted Grandpa?

So why did you deliberately expose yourself to him?

Morty couldn't listen to these questions, because this wasn't some kind of anime or TV series; there was no such thing as a battle between villains and heroes beforehand...

A situation where the truth must be clearly explained!

When decent people get into a fight, who the hell would reminisce about the past and explain why they did what they did while fighting?

Grandpa aimed his serrated gun at the C137 and fired.

As energy bullets the size of gasoline cans were unleashed at a rate of 100 per second toward C137, Grandpa also freed up his left hand to pull other weapons out of his clothes.

Because the battles between Ricks are not so easy to determine a winner.

So, in response to Grandpa's attack, C137 drank a vial of medicine and then threw another vial of medicine on the ground.

A grotesque, grotesque, grotesque body was created from a compound in the liquid, screaming in agony.

Then, while C137 physically received the energy bullet, he gradually approached Grandpa.

He didn't even bother to defend himself because every energy bullet that hit him would be absorbed into the body by the potion he had drunk, and then transferred into the Frankenstein's monster's body.

It's as if C137 is a receiver, and the Frankenstein's monster is its battery.

Finally, when he came to his grandfather, the Stitches, acting as a battery, transferred all the energy it had absorbed back to his grandfather.

That energy, which was beyond the control of ordinary people, caused the clouds in the sky to be blown away by the wind generated by the overflow of this energy.

Let's have some fun!

C137's face, which had been contorting into a ferocious expression, suddenly returned to calm after he finished speaking. He reached out and grabbed his grandfather's neck.

But Grandpa anticipated his movements.

On the neck, inside a microporous emitter implanted under the skin, magnetic needles flashing with electricity emit in all directions.

When these disordered magnetic needles collide, due to their extremely special materials, they will attract each other's energy and eventually annihilate each other.

However, C137 also anticipated Grandpa's prediction. He simply grabbed Grandpa with his right hand, while an energy blade formed in his left hand in 0.2 seconds.

He stabbed it directly into Grandpa's stomach.

When it was actually inserted, C137 narrowed his eyes because the sensation... was wrong!

Sure enough, under the destructive force of the energy, Grandpa slowly turned into a puddle of black mud...

This puddle of mud was extremely absorbent, firmly gripping C137's right and left hands.

At that moment, Morty, who had already run back to his room from the garage, had just stuffed Mission Accomplishment 2.0 into his bag when Grandpa poked his head out from a portal.

"Motty, hurry, hurry, that guy's temporarily trapped, let's get going!"

After taking the Silent Sword and the Book of Ibone, Morty immediately jumped into the portal.

The next second, freed from the mud, C137 smashed through two walls and arrived at Morty's house, looking at the empty room.

He looked up to the sky and let out a furious roar.

I thought I would never find the murderer who killed my wife.

But who knew that an unexpected encounter today would lead him to discover clues hidden in everything!

That mysterious Rick, he wore a white, knee-length coat, and on the left sleeve was a black figure tattooed on it!

This made him completely believe in those so-called Rick myths!

It is said that long before he set foot in the infinite universe, the first true Ricks had already roamed one universe after another.

They created one myth after another.

Among them, some Ricks, based on their own preferences, selectively formed groups...

【But...so what!】

I will find out the truth, and I will!

dark place...

"If we keep playing with him like this, and he finds out the truth, we'll all be dead."

"C137 isn't invincible. Only when he's dead can we be free. If you're scared, go to him now and apologize, then see if he'll kill you."

"you!"

"Shut up! The plan has already begun! Now, whoever backs out, I'll kill him myself without C137 even lifting a finger!"

Chapter 042 is just a Pokémon live-action show.

When Morty came through the portal and found himself back in his own home, he was a little confused, but not completely bewildered. He carefully examined some details of his room.

They discovered that this world was almost exactly the same as the one they had before.

Does this mean...?

"Don't think about it anymore. The world we were in just now was just a substitute. This is where you spent a full six months before."

"Forehead..."

Seeing that Grandpa was about to leave after finishing speaking, Morty went up to him and grabbed him.

So many strange things have happened these past few days, and Grandpa wants to run away again. Let's continue our old adventure next time.

That Morty couldn't stand it.

He felt that he had been kept in the dark all along, which had both advantages and disadvantages.

After all, people who know too many secrets are at risk of being killed, so Morty never asks his grandfather too many questions.

For example, if ten identical versions of you appeared at the same time, what secret code should I shout out to find you immediately?

But now he knows that C137 harbors hostility towards his grandfather.

That changes the nature of the matter.

Why did you have to provoke C137?

If you love to court death so much, don't drag me into it!

"Want to know the truth?"

The grandfather, who had been stopped by Morty, pondered for a moment and then asked a question.

Seeing Morty's serious expression, Grandpa shrugged and said in a helpless tone, "Jesus! Morty, do you know that once you know even a little bit of the truth, you'll be on this path with no turning back?"

"It's not like I have a way back!"

Since the young man was so insistent, Grandpa gave up trying to persuade him and instead walked straight outside.

Morty, who was expecting more to come, found that the guy had simply left.

He immediately got angry.

What's going on?!

Honesty!

They were just agreeing to that!

Why the sudden change of expression?

What the hell is this?!

Believe it or not, I'll unilaterally break up with you.

Seeing that Grandpa was about to walk down the stairs back to his garage, Morty picked up the Sword of Silence and held it to his own neck.

"Rick! Tell me something! I don't want to be used as a pawn by you without knowing anything!!!"

"If this is my destiny, to be arranged by you in such a clear and orderly way, then I would rather die right now!"

Morty threatened to kill himself, and Grandpa frowned.

You're still figuring out how to resolve the C137 issue, can you please stop making things worse...?

Grandpa turned around, holding a handheld device with a suction cup and memory storage tube in his right hand, and pulled the trigger at Morty.

"Alright, go to sleep!"

After absorbing the memory, Grandpa gently placed Morty back on the bed in the bedroom.

He ignored Jerry, who was watching TV in the living room and waving at him.

He walked into the garage, opened the door to his underground base, went into a small room, and placed the storage tube containing this memory from the back of the instrument into the slot in front of him.

After casually tossing the instrument on the ground.

Grandpa, whose face was already full of fatigue, looked at the wall cabinet that was nearly three meters high and five meters wide, with a total of sixteen metal storage cabinets, and sighed deeply.

Over the course of six months, Morty, whom he had chosen, was still able to glean clues and uncover truths from one event after another.

That courage and intelligence far surpasses 99.999% of Morty's.

Grandpa was already physically and mentally exhausted.

He really didn't know why he had chosen Morty this time...

Grandpa took out the cigarettes he always carried, lit one, took a deep drag, and fell into deep thought.

After a long while in this small room where he was all alone, surrounded by cabinets filled with Morty's memories, Grandpa seemed to have made up his mind.