Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Faced with Morty's unmoved attitude, Quinn looked at Tzeentch with a hint of despair, realizing that he could only hope that this older sister would step forward and say a few words of justice.

Otherwise, this house will eventually become a place where people order takeout all day, the two of them are addicted to games, and I'll just sit downstairs watching TV like an idiot.

This is completely different from the family life she envisioned!

What about father-daughter interactions? What about mother-daughter interactions? What about heartwarming moments? Memories filled with tears and laughter?

To her utter surprise, all her hopes were dashed when Quinn, having been stripped of both computers, saw the two of them about to start playing computer games again.

She stormed out of the master bedroom.

Of course, given her personality, she certainly wouldn't hide under the covers and cry while sulking.

When something like this happens, the safest thing for a child to do is to tell their parents!

Quinn ran straight out of Old Ke's house and rushed into Grandpa's living room. As soon as he entered, he saw Sammy, Beth, and Jerry sitting together watching TV.

This naturally gifted young girl burst into tears, her eyes red as she rushed into Sangmei's arms, sobbing and recounting Morty's actions over the past few days with her bright, watery eyes.

When he heard that Morty had only been playing computer games with Tzeentch and had been ordering takeout for the past few days without paying attention to anything else, he was shocked.

Sangmei, who was already an aunt at a young age, gently stroked Quinn's little head, then yelled at Jerry, who was still watching TV, "Jerry! As his grandfather, shouldn't you do something!"

Jerry: "Huh? What? What are you talking about? When did I become C167 Jerry?"

Chapter 532 The Amusement Park Where Death Is Impossible

"I think you could use your appliance-savvy skills to go and fix Morty's computer."

"Then why don't you go? You're his biological sister, I'm just a stepfather at best."

"You usually act like your own father, but when something like this happens, you suddenly want to be a stepfather? Are you implying that my mother has a Jerry Smith harem?"

Beth: "No personal attacks..."

Sangmei: "This is clearly area-of-effect (AOE) damage."

Jerry: "Why can't it be Jerry's Happy Bess harem?"

Seeing the three of them veer further and further off course in their conversation, even straying from the path of no return, Quinn's eyes widened as she gave him a killer look reminiscent of a cute girl, she sighed inwardly.

As expected, the family of three were actually a little afraid of Morty and didn't dare to provoke him.

The only way to keep Morty in check is to bring that man out of retirement!

Having not seen her grandfather for several days, Quinn walked to the vicinity of the entrance to the underground base and knocked on the door.

I kept tapping for half a minute.

Grandpa, reeking of alcohol, opened the door to the underground base, looking at Quinn with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding why this guy had come to see him.

After listening to Morty and Tzeentch play games for three days.

Grandpa's expression gradually changed.

That bastard...

Is playing games a waste of your life?

We need to find him something to do!

Does he really think he lives in a family comedy world?

After squinting and thinking for a few minutes, Grandpa took out the teleportation gun and opened the portal to the C137 universe. As soon as he arrived, he saw C137 sitting there drinking, looking irritable.

The two discussed it.

Okay!

Since they're both starting to get out of control, let's have a group dare!

So the two of them first sent their respective Sammy, Beth, and Jerry away through the portal, and then it was their turn to send their respective Mortys away.

Whether it's Morty playing video games or C137 Morty striving to advance his technological skills, both are forcibly suppressed by their respective Ricks and taken to a mysterious world.

One second they were playing a game.

The next second, Morty, along with his desk and computer, was teleported into a small room through a portal. He looked at his grandfather with displeasure.

"What's going on? Another risky adventure? I don't have time for that!"

"I know you're currently obsessed with romance and games, but I believe there's something that will excite you even more than either of those things!"

"Pah? What could possibly excite me more than Tzeentch?"

"Defeat me!"

"Uh..." Morty, who had just put on a disdainful look, froze instantly.

Oops... I spoke too soon and too definitively... I'm numb... I'm about to be proven wrong...

Seeing Morty's reaction, the grandfather, who knew this would happen, chuckled and stepped forward, patting Morty's shoulder with his right hand, then winking at Tzeentch to Morty's left.

"It's alright, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, because I know one of your biggest obsessions in the world is to defeat me and prove that I'm just an alcoholic, unloved, lonely, and stinking old man who does whatever he wants because of his little bit of cleverness."

"Now's your chance. Do you want to stay here and play games, or do you want to defeat me in my area of ​​expertise?"

"If you win, I can admit in front of my whole family that XX is the smartest, most handsome, and most invincible genius in the C167 universe."

"But if you lose, you'll have to admit what you just said in front of your whole family."

Grandpa's challenge made Morty's heart pound. He couldn't remember how many times he had wanted to punch this old geezer in the face.

But rather than punching him in the face, it would be better to defeat him in his area of ​​expertise...

"I'm considering..."

Morty lowered his head and began to think, his brain racing, integrating all the possible factors and guesses about the various outcomes.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! So I accepted! Defeating you would certainly be an excellent thing!"

"And the thing that makes me feel the most satisfied is when you admit in front of the whole family that you are not as good as me!"

Morty stood up and shook hands with his grandfather, which was a way of agreeing to the challenge. Then he pointed to Tzeentch and asked his grandfather if he could bring any helpers.

Grandpa knew that rascal would do this on purpose.

A mocking smile appeared on his lips. How could he not have considered this aspect?

"Little Morty, although this is our war, it's just one part of a bigger battle. Welcome to the game of intrigue!"

As soon as Grandpa finished speaking, he walked to the door of the room, pushed open the metal door, and revealed a large hall that was fifty meters long and wide to Morty and Tzeentch.

Sammy, Beth, Jerry, C137 (a family of five), Quinn, a total of nine people, stood in the outer hall.

The fact that all these people were here immediately gave Morty a sense of conspiracy, and he felt as if he had returned to the days of a few months ago.

On that day when things were absolutely absurd.

"I believe you wouldn't desert your post, would you?"

Noticing his grandfather's provocative and instigating smile, Morty returned a smile tinged with anger and nonchalance: "Pfft~ Who do you take me for? How could I possibly back down from such a small matter?"

"That's good, that's good. Well, this adventure... well, it can't really be called an adventure. Anyway, it was provided by C137's network. I'll cover the cost and book the entire amusement park, so that this indestructible playground can provide 24-hour service exclusively for the twelve of us."

Upon hearing the words "the playground where death is impossible," Morty knew exactly what kind of place this was.

Any minor injury, serious injury, or death will be recovered after a few seconds. It's a truly unbridled place where you can attack anyone without worrying about the consequences.

However, this is definitely not Grandpa's main point.

Morty, already in a state of rational thinking, was unaware of his grandfather's rambling explanation of the game rules, and occasionally exchanged nonchalant glances with Tzeentch.

The two's subtle actions fooled most people, but not C137's eyes.

He initially found the game boring, but suddenly became interested in it; it was clearly a game full of trust and betrayal.

This made him vaguely recall something from before.

It seems that last time, he was also going to defeat P850 in a battle of wits, but after setting up a lot of things that day, he suddenly felt a little bored.

So this time...

If the P850 beats the C167 Morty, and then I beat it too, can I give them both the middle finger?

[Tsk, although it's not very exciting, it's still quite interesting. That scheming old man!]

【Then I'll have to play it seriously too!】

Chapter 533 Fast-paced confrontation?

Have you ever heard of Werewolf?

"But today we're not playing traditional Werewolf, with all that 'close your eyes and kill' stuff. That's too slow. We're using Space Werewolf as a foundation for a fast-paced competition."

There are twelve of us in total.

“那么游戏阵容如下：狼人（3人）安保（2人）船员（5人）监视主管（1人）狼人信徒（1人）”

"Except for werewolves who can win by killing everyone else."

"Security personnel can attack the werewolf after discovering his identity."

"The crew has maintenance duties."

"The surveillance supervisor is the only person who can enter the monitoring room. He can choose which monitors to watch in real time, and if he detects any malicious intent, he can announce it via broadcast. However, he can only switch monitors every five minutes."

"The werewolf follower can choose to help the werewolves or deceive them to help the humans, making him a swing character. Furthermore, his identity remains that of a crew member, and he also has maintenance duties."

"Therefore, for the werewolves to win, they must kill all their enemies."

"Victory will be achieved if the crew completes the repair mission."

“Each of you will take one of these twelve phones. To ensure the fairness of this game, neither C137 nor I have participated in any aspect of the phone-related process. We have outsourced everything to a third-party company to ensure impartiality!”

After Grandpa explained the rules one by one and assigned identities and tasks randomly, the twelve people began to be wary of the others around them.

Jerry was the first to run away. He claimed to be a crew member with maintenance duties and ran out of the hall with eight entrances and exits.

C137 watched his retreating figure, grinned, and said, "How about we eliminate both Jerrys first? No matter how we play, he's guaranteed to lose."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

The air was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere.