Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He stabs your newly made alien friend to death right in front of you, claiming that the planet is about to enter an extreme cold state and the only way to escape the cold is with this enormous creature.

A seemingly simple adventure turned into a six-day ordeal, filled with madness and terror. My eyes were bloodshot, and the situation was so dangerous that even C137 couldn't control it. I survived by risking my life.

In addition to the above...

There's also the loser middle-aged father who always tries to prove he's the strongest man in the family, but often ends up making embarrassing mistakes in various situations that are so bad you can't shake them off no matter how hard you try.

My older sister has a mouth that's like it's been filled with feces, and she's incredibly foul-mouthed. She tries to prove to others that she's a cool girl by humiliating herself at school. As a result, she can't make any best friends and is always trying to date the school heartthrob.

My biological mother is alright; she's probably the only normal person in the family.

So, in such a terrible environment that one is on the verge of madness every day, Morty asked himself if he really could not bear it.

But C137 Morty withstood it.

Just based on this point, he is much better than me.

Moreover, C137's teaching style, which is all about hands-on practice and never theory, makes C137 Morty a truly deserving Morty God of War in a sense.

So... is he building a wall-breaking device or a cannon?!

Whose wall-breaking device doesn't use a solid iron ball or other hard material, but instead uses an empty pipe as its primary means of attack?

Having already retreated ten meters, Morty realized he had been too overconfident and should have retreated another thirty meters.

So he retreated to the end of the corridor, where Morty looked at a wall-breaking machine that was constantly increasing in size, and was being slowly completed by C137 Morty in the final stages of its operation.

Just then, a pleasant female voice came from behind Morty.

Behind him was a row of cabinets where students usually kept their books, clothes, snacks and other miscellaneous items.

"Motty, why do you resist my importance in your heart?"

"..."

Even without turning around, Morty knew that the person speaking behind him was definitely Dark Morty, a Tzeentch he had somehow managed to simulate.

Putting everything else aside, her was the woman who was his dream girl.

Morty truly couldn't accept it from the bottom of his heart.

What I saw during that "pure love" incident... never mind! That failed! Pure love my ass!

Seeing Morty's complicated expression and unwillingness to speak, Tzeentch walked through the wardrobe. She was wearing a white dress that wasn't too tight but perfectly accentuated her figure, and stood in front of Morty.

Faced with a guy whose personality is becoming more and more like Rick's twisted personality.

Tzeentch extended his right hand, slowly infiltrating Morty's safe zone without alerting him, and placed his warm right hand on Morty's right cheek.

Without making a sound, Tzeentch gently raised Morty's head slightly so that they could see each other's eyes. Then he asked Morty, "I don't actually like this name. It belongs to someone else, not me. If you want to give me a name that truly belongs to me, what would you like?"

"I...I don't know," Morty uttered each word with immense difficulty, for he knew that the Tzeentch before him was not the real one, but rather a manifestation of Dark Morty's machinations.

But it is precisely this sense of falseness, which is not her true self, that makes Morty no longer as simple and straightforward as before.

After all, when facing the real Tzeentch, he would never allow himself to appear hesitant; he would only offer a cold and ruthless rejection.

Although I have never done it.

But Morty was confused when faced with this fake Tzeentch.

It's like something you've never considered in your life, but one day it unexpectedly appears in your life and starts to affect everything you do, and then something painful happens.

The entanglement is too deep; it's now very difficult to break free.

"I know you're feeling lost right now, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"

"it is good..."

Morty and Tzeentch didn't go anywhere else. They sat down next to each other against the row of tall blue iron cabinets, their arms pressed together, close enough to feel each other's breath and see each other's black pupils and the irises in her eyes that looked like pieces of solid ice pieced together to form a circle.

Have you calmed down a bit?

A young girl leaning against you, offering a soft greeting, can make any man, even one who isn't easily agitated, wish that the moment could last a little longer.

Ideally, forever!

Chapter 525 Are you waiting for a girl to confess her feelings to you?

In the center of the T-shaped corridor where the wind occasionally blows.

A girl with pink hair is pressing her fair left arm tightly against your right arm. The words she utters seem to leave ripples on your heart like dragonflies skimming the water, before disappearing without a trace until they fall again.

"Morty, I know our relationship is complicated, even extremely complicated. I am a product of your subconscious. Our relationship is like that of siblings, or father and daughter."

"But aside from your subconscious, I don't have much else to do with you. If you always see me as part of you, rather than as an independent person..."

"So all the children that mothers give birth to are part of their own flesh and blood, then wouldn't every child have to stay with their mother in order for her to feel complete?"

"When we are in one body, we are one, but after we leave, I have my own body, my own life, my own story, and we are no longer one."

So...

As he said this, Tzeentch paused and turned to her left so that she could see Morty's entire right side of his face and part of his left side.

She looked at Morty, who was starting to feel lost, as if she were looking at a young girl who was suddenly confessed to by a boy.

But it wasn't the kind of disgust or bewilderment I felt.

Instead, it's when they're facing someone they care about, and they're no longer as relaxed and at ease as usual, showing you all their different sides, but appearing before you in a very formal manner.

The burning passion and trepidation in my heart, the anticipation and unease in my mind, all urge my blood vessels to rapidly transport blood to my heart and head.

My heart was pounding wildly at that moment.

But~

Tzeentch suddenly chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Morty's hair. At the same time, his delicate face, almost touching Morty's right cheek, wore a mischievous grin, a hint of slyness in his expression: "So you're waiting for a girl to confess her feelings to you?"

boom!!!

It was as if a nuclear bomb had been thrown into Morty's head, causing it to explode.

He was completely captivated.

Morty, who has always loved but never been loved in return and always sees himself as an outsider in this world, faces a strange emotion he has never felt before. Like an addict who is addicted from the very first second, he is completely intoxicated by the impulse that bursts forth from his heart.

But he soon discovered that the truth was not so simple.

Even though he knew the cunning man before him was a fake, he tried to project a resolute, or rather, the masculine spirit of facing one's emotions, onto his face.

All efforts were in vain.

The inferiority complex, fear, hesitation, and indecisiveness that came from the bottom of his heart swept away the courage that he had finally mustered on his face time and time again.

And this seems to be exactly what Tzeentch likes.

Because of Morty's naivety about emotions, and his attempt to appear as if he were in his element while displaying restraint and subtlety, she had an unprecedented experience.

I opened my mouth more than ten times, wanting to say something, but at the crucial moment, I gave up because of fear and shyness.

Observing Morty, who would never normally act this way, repeatedly hesitating to speak, is like watching a comedy with endless fun for Tzeentch.

To prevent Morty from giving up completely, she had to bite her lip hard to avoid laughing out loud at him and making this boy, who had never been in a relationship before, a deserter in the face of such a thing.

Fortunately, Morty is not blind.

He noticed that the girl in front of him was desperately trying to suppress her laughter, which seemed to be an inspiration to him, or rather, when all his emotions reached this critical point, he was faced with a multiple-choice question with only two answers.

He chose the cunning and treacherous.

Living with his maternal grandfather, the constant worry and vigilance about the future made him increasingly unable to bear the pressure.

But just now...

Sitting next to Tzeentch, arm to arm, feeling the touch of the girl's delicate skin warmed his cold heart.

The warmth and peace of mind created by the feeling that you are about to have a family.

For this man, who had been sailing in the icy sea for an unknown amount of time and had become as silent as an iceberg, he saw a warm harbor that could melt the ice that had been shattering his body.

"I like you"

When Morty uttered those words, which always seem to have a certain magic in the early stages of a relationship, he didn't get slapped on the cheek.

It was just a fleeting, light kiss, yet it left a boy, who was experiencing the fruit of 'love' for the first time, with an unforgettable aftertaste.

"Alright, get up. Let's wait for C137 Morty to open this wall!"

"what?"

Morty, immersed in a blissful mood, froze on the spot after hearing a very strange remark, because judging from the other person's posture...

You...are you really Treachery?!

"Yeah! Huh? You actually thought I was a fake all along??"

"F...fuck!!!"

Using black and white lines and other methods, he confirmed that the other party was indeed the real Tzeentch Morty, and his face gradually darkened.

He wasn't in the C167 universe, but in a world that Dark Mordred had deliberately created, where he could meet the real Tzeentch.

This shows that the whole thing was a trap!

But when Tzeentch's eyes, as clear as an icy sea, met Morty's, the latter couldn't help but feel an urge to abandon those thoughts.

In the end, Morty decided to put those worries aside for the time being, because he didn't want to ruin everything beautiful at that moment, because deep down he knew how much he longed for this beauty.

Fuck! Whatever!

He really won this time!

He reached out his right hand to take Tzeentch's small hand, and the two of them stood together looking at C137 Morty.

C137 Morty, stimulated by the death of (fake) Jessica, felt his heart being brutally trampled on, choosing not to endure the pain of being bled out.

He finally completed his masterpiece—the wall-breaking device.

"Motherfuck! You just wait! I'm coming out right now and killing you!!!"

With a roar from C137 Morty, he activated the wall-breaking device, which had been transformed into a small steel cannon, and the power lines drained the entire building's electricity.

The entire corridor went completely dark for a few seconds.

A beam of white light shot straight towards the main entrance.