Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Before setting off, C137 had stated that he was only interested in C137 Morty, and that he would be happy as long as he could get the kid back on track.

But the way this guy is behaving now shows that he's started doing whatever he wants again!

Classic C137 style.

Unusual behavior doesn't necessarily have any deeper meaning; it might just be that he's bored. This kind of unpredictability can kill a lot of people with severe overthinking syndrome.

But Grandpa felt that C137's actions this time were not arbitrary; he must be plotting something.

First, he used his authority to subtly alert Tzeentch, then declared that he was on Morty's side...

You're deliberately messing with my mind!

Grandpa, who is always very alert, realized that C137 was deliberately messing with his mind and trying to make him slip up. He immediately deduced that the other party also intended to have some fun.

Just like last time...

That jerk who changes his mind so easily!

The two Ricks' 'affectionate' gaze quickly ignited a fierce battle, which naturally could not escape the eyes of everyone present. Everyone could clearly feel that several bolts of electricity were about to be sparked at the midline of the two Ricks' gaze.

This is outrageous!

You both clearly had your own purposes when you did this, but after a deep look in each other's eyes, you started to see each other as someone else's superior.

Did something go wrong?

Be serious!

Having noticed this detail, Morty, in order to further exploit C137's grandfatherly mentality, even went so far as to stand next to C137.

C137 caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, grinned, and waved at his grandfather with a smug expression that seemed to say, "Look! You unloved old man! Even your Morty is leaving you!"

However, C137's smile vanished the next second.

"C137 Morty! Come here! I'll teach you how to build an antimatter annihilation cannon! This is my most powerful technology! Want to learn?"

Less than two seconds after Grandpa uttered those words, C137 Morty, with its eyes shining, arrived beside him, glaring at C137 with a displeased expression.

The two sides swapped Motys, and the Remo-Moty duo was formed again.

Everyone held their breath, but this didn't mean they were guaranteed a win; it just meant the chances of them losing were much lower than before.

Without Morty by his side, Rick would be like a runaway train, accelerating relentlessly along a track.

With Morty around, many things will have completely different consequences.

After both sides exchanged harsh words, Grandpa left with C137 Morty, and as the others dispersed, Morty called out to Sammy.

"You were able to withstand Azathoth's eternal dream, so don't tell me now that you were captivated by a few blades of grass. So tell me honestly, what exactly did you see back then!"

"Um...why should I say that?"

Chapter 537 You've never been this nice to me before...

Morty was stunned by Sangmei's rejection. When did her older sister suddenly become so... Sigh! Looking back on what had happened, it seemed that her attitude wasn't wrong at all.

Especially considering the events surrounding Azathoth's awakening, it's remarkable that Sammy didn't completely break off her relationship with herself during that emotional journey.

"Relax, relax, Sangmei is usually like this."

So what is your real identity?

C137 offered a very insincere word of comfort, and then suddenly asked about Morty's true identity. But Morty was not so foolish as to tell him directly.

Who knows how concentrated the bad stuff is in your belly, C137?

Besides, you didn't tell me your real identity, did you?

The two exchanged a wary glance, understanding the meaning of "Limited Cooperation." Morty then turned his attention back to Sangmei, who was about to leave. Needing a little something to break the ice, he had no choice but to rush up and stop Sangmei.

"My dear sister! Please tell your brother what details you saw at the time."

"Heh... Now you're calling me 'sister,' but usually it's always that other woman?"

You usually ignore me, but now you're calling me "good sister." Morty, you've really thrown your pride to the ground. You're a guy who's capable of great things!

But before Sangmei could figure out how to mercilessly roast Morty,

The old man who left first returned with C137 Morty. He completely ignored Morty and C137's presence, and his opening line was enough to give anyone goosebumps...

He casually pulled a gift wrapped in pure crystal from his pocket.

"Sangmei! My dearest granddaughter! I just remembered that I have some top-quality Shank grass leaves here. I think it would be perfect as a gift for you."

Morty: "..."

C137: "..."

Are you kidding me?! Giving me a gift?! You, Rick, are giving me a gift?! Trying to bribe Sammy with a present to tell you what just happened?!

FUCK!

do you know?

In this area, we're really not afraid of you!

As if triggered by Morty's glance, C137, facing his grandfather's golden bullet offensive, reached into the pocket inside his white lab coat and pulled out a thick checkbook.

A few zeros were quickly written down.

“Although I am another Rick, I have always doted on my granddaughter! Here! Take this! This is a Galactic Empire check for 3. You can cash it at any Galactic Empire bank! Hundreds of thousands of shops in the universe accept this check!”

Sangmei: "..."

Grandpa: "..."

C137 Morty: "..."

Good grief! You're just throwing money at it, huh?

When Grandpa saw that C137 wanted to compete with him, he immediately took out another crystal box from his pocket. This time, he didn't hold it in his own hand, but directly stuffed it into Sangmei's hand.

"Take this! Use it often! It's good for your health!"

Not to be outdone, C137 also stepped forward and slapped a check onto the crystal box.

"Here you go! You can use this at any store within the Galactic Empire's territory! Buy whatever you want!"

"Really? Shank tobacco! You can't buy it with money! It's priceless! I beat up their chieftain for three days before they agreed to give me a stable supply! Otherwise, what do you think I rely on when I'm not drinking..."

"Wait, you're not drinking anymore?"

When Grandpa abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence, both Morty and C137 were startled.

Because it's so easy to tell what state that old geezer is in right now.

Grandpa, whose IQ has been unlocked, will definitely feel nauseous at the sight of alcohol, but when he wants something to relax, he will choose to smoke and use nicotine to calm himself down.

Since his intelligence was sealed, Grandpa naturally didn't need something as weak as tobacco, so he would inevitably drink large gulps of alcohol to numb himself.

So... you're playing Werewolf, and you secretly unlocked your IQ? What the hell are you trying to do?

This is just a casual 5v5 game in an internet cafe, with ten people sitting together, chatting and laughing. And you're trying to turn a fun game into a professional league by showing the skills of a professional player?

"P850, you've gone a bit too far!" C137 narrowed his eyes and reached his right hand into his pocket.

Whether he let it slip on purpose or not, Grandpa shrugged and asked in a nonchalant tone, "You think I don't know you've decided to do something on a whim again? Of course, if you're going to ambush me, I guarantee you'll only end up with nothing!"

"Heh, I was just taking out a bottle, why are you so nervous?"

He took out his C137 bottle, took a sip, and then ignored the person opposite him who was completely serious.

Take a big gulp.

C137 took out his pen again and wrote down the number thirty million in the checkbook before pressing the check onto the crystal box that Sangmei was holding in both hands.

"So? Am I better than that guy?"

"Jesus!"

Sangmei, who had been about to speak, suddenly let go of the gifts from her grandfather and C137, letting them fall to the ground. She angrily yelled at them, "Disgusting! I'd rather you treated me like you normally would! The way you two are behaving is absolutely disgusting!"

"It's just a game, why did you two have to take it this far?"

"You two look like sulking little brats right now!"

"Can't you be a little more mature?"

"I'm asking you two! Was it really necessary to escalate to this point?"

Seeing these two old bastards get a dressing down from Sammy, Morty and C137 Morty were secretly delighted and kept giving her thumbs up.

Fuck! You're usually so stingy with me! But in this game! You two are so generous to Sang Mei! What the hell!

Morty thought of the ridiculous thing that had happened: he had studied hard for half a year, only to have his passion for technology cruelly suppressed by his grandfather.

Meanwhile, C137 Morty was thinking about how he had to exchange ten adventures for one independent adventure, and how C137 wouldn't help him pursue Jessica.

Both Morty and his companion had suffered greatly at the hands of their respective Ricks. Guided by some feeling, they made eye contact and saw the camaraderie in each other's eyes.

The Anti-Rick Alliance is hereby established!

While the two Mortys admired each other, the two Ricks, from their respective perspectives, simultaneously stood on the same side.

"Hell yeah! It's all worth it! I absolutely refuse to lose to that P850 guy in this game! Absolutely not! This is something I can never accept in my life!"

"Fuck! Sangmei! Do you think I'm idle? Do you think I'm the kind of person who likes to nitpick? When it comes to matters of principle like defeating C137, you'd better understand my stance! I'm not going to be defeated by this loveless, lonely old man! So... what exactly did you see back then?"

When the two Ricks became hysterical, Sammy finally gave in, as she could not withstand their relentless attacks.

So before these two guys drive me to the brink of mental collapse, I need to finish what I've said.

Then, after leaving behind the words, "Please make sure you two have a good time," she turned and ran away.

"Jerry?"

"Fuck...Jerry? How could he be?"

She left with a sense of relief, but Morty and the other three were all quite bewildered, because Jerry... Pfft! How dare he lay a hand on Beth?

Both of those Jerrys were the kind of guys who got beaten up by Beth on a daily basis.

Unless C167 Jerry is here, how could these two Jerrys dare to lay a hand on Beth?

Meanwhile, in their homes in universes C167 and C137, the deliveryman and the food deliveryman, though in different universes, both pressed the doorbell at the same time.