Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Jesus! You all!"

Watching his grandfather and Tzeentch working in perfect harmony, C137 Morty, who was already caught up in their rhythm, stopped in his tracks and his gaze fell on the cell phone in Tzeentch's hand.

At that moment, all the screens in the amusement park could see C137 Morty's face, which was both angry and somewhat bewildered.

C137, hiding in the shadows, sighed and facepalmed. Judging from this guy's current performance, he was sure he would be skinned alive and swallowed whole by Dark Mo in the future.

Do you really think that every single thing you encounter in life is like clicking a match button and having all the relevant people gathered in an iron cage to fight each other to the death?

Bullshit!

From the very first moment you meet someone, they may already be setting traps for you!

While dissatisfied with C137 Morty's performance, C137 also felt reassured, because he had no idea how many more troubles would arise around him if he encountered someone like C167 Morty.

Of course, if C137 knew that someone had initially wanted to curry favor with him and had looked down on his grandfather...

Okay, please turn right when you leave. I still prefer a more innocent Morty who loves girls and life!

Just as a bucket of mud was being thrown at C137 Morty, and his werewolf identity was about to be definitively confirmed, Tzeentch suddenly turned his phone's camera and pointed it at himself.

In the photos, her expression is one of utter grievance.

"Waaaaah, Morty, I'm so sorry! I was forced into this! I can't take it anymore! Grandpa threatened me! He threatened that if I didn't follow his plan, he would forcibly take me away from you!"

Grandpa: "Fuck? Why would I do that???"

Suddenly, a scapegoat was thrown at him. Even Grandpa was caught off guard. Although he had always been wary of Tzeentch, he never expected that the other party would play even dirtier tricks than he had.

Throwing mud?

No, no, no! This thing is going to directly ignite Morty's hidden attribute—the ultimate protector of beauties!

But isn't it a bit too early for you to finally reveal that you're on the same side as Morty in this game?

If it were me, I wouldn't wait until the very last moment... wait? What if this is the very last moment?

boom!!!

Having switched to a sports car, Morty accelerated to 140 mph, crashing through everything in his path, and headed straight for his grandfather.

"Die, Rick!!! You'll never take her from me!!!"

A distance of one or two hundred meters is not a difficult task for a sports car that is accelerating to near its limit. At this distance, Grandpa seemed to have no choice but to dodge.

But after a 0.5-second pause, he chose to stand still, spread his arms, close his eyes, and adopt a posture that suggested he would simply wait to die if Morty crashed into him.

"Fuck!!!"

As a double agent with the same abilities as the crew, Morty had no way of killing anyone, so in order to avoid revealing his identity, he had no choice but to forcefully slam on the brakes.

This sports car, truly a product of the interstellar era, successfully braked in a split second while slamming the driver's face against the windshield.

Morty, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, successfully smashed the windshield with his face and flew forward like a cannonball... twenty meters...

The way it scraped the ground... made everyone present close their eyes involuntarily.

That's terrible! That's absolutely terrible!

However, this does not include the maternal grandfather.

He slowly walked along the twenty-meter-long trail of blood left after the friction, and walked to Morty's side, kicking the motionless Morty with his toe after he landed.

"Is he dead?"

You're still alive?

Imagine if Morty managed to commit suicide in this game...

Grandpa, feeling like he had found another source of amusement, laughed.

But the next second, someone rushed up from behind him.

"I don't care about anything else! I'll kill you first!!!"

Chapter 540 Don't Take It Too Seriously

"Jesus! What kind of enemies did C137 take you to kill?"

"You actually warned the enemy that you were about to make a move before you even made yours?"

When C137 Morty tried to ambush Grandpa, he yelled and revealed his identity. Grandpa dodged the attack and then kicked C137 Morty in the butt before he hit the ground, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

But what shocked C137 Morty was Grandpa's extreme agility. He didn't seem like an old man at all, or rather, his reaction speed was like that of a strong man who had been trained since childhood and was in his prime.

At that moment, Morty finally raised his head, covered in blood, and asked his grandfather, "Based on your speed just now, you couldn't possibly be Grandpa. You're C167, right?"

"You guessed right! It really is me!"

As C167 answered Morty's question and watched Tzeentch help Morty up from the ground, he stretched his neck, and his expression became complicated.

After the extremely difficult decision involving Beth C167 occurred, and Morty went so far as to destroy her body in order to get rid of her, it was impossible for C167 not to feel disappointed in Morty.

But like some curses.

How could Rick, who deeply loves his family, possibly abandon everyone in his household?

So when his grandfather found him and asked him to play this game, C167 agreed without hesitation. His plan was to first repair his relationship with Morty, and then let Morty and C167 Beth meet again.

After all, there are no grudges in this world that cannot be resolved, are there?

Throughout the game, he had very few interactions with Morty. On the contrary, it was Morty in his normal state, C137, who was no different from the ordinary Morty, that brought him back some of the joy of being with Morty.

But that's always just a substitute!

Now that his identity has finally been exposed, C167 no longer needs to pretend.

"If you're trying to lecture me, I suggest you save your breath. I'm busy focusing on defeating that bastard right now, and I don't have time for you!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just here to play games..." C167 didn't give up after hitting a snag, stating that he wasn't there to lecture anyone.

In that case...

Another problem arises.

If Grandpa isn't involved in this game, how can I defeat him?

Does that mean the game is completely meaningless?

Realizing he'd been so thoroughly humiliated, Morty flew into a rage, yelling at everyone around him, "P850, you get the hell out here!!!"

"Relax, relax, don't be so irritable!"

After Morty's first shout, Jerry emerged from the shadows, but the expression on his face was clearly not the same as Jerry's.

There was a hint of mockery beneath the calm.

"Although you were angry just now, you weren't even shocked when you saw me, which is really disappointing... But I'm also quite curious, did you already guess my identity?"

Morty, who showed absolutely no surprise, suddenly nodded at Tzeentch.

It's like a signal that's been waiting to be sent out, and the moment has finally arrived.

boom!!!

Dozens of mental cannon fodder emerged simultaneously from beneath the metal ground, while dozens of metal plates were hurled from a distance by some kind of large delivery device.

"That's it? I thought you'd be surprised?"

Grandpa, who had been standing still, slowly removed his disguise. He wasn't worried at all that Morty or Tzeentch could hurt him.

Because his role is that of the Watcher, no one except the werewolves can kill him.

Interestingly, this time, thanks to Grandpa's surveillance, the three Ricks, including himself, turned out to be none of the werewolves...

The situation is now clear.

C167 Morty is a follower of the werewolves, C137 Morty is a security guard, and both C137 and C167 are crew members. Therefore, the other two werewolves must be Tzeentch and Queen.

Although the two girls listened to Morty, they were not entirely unprepared.

"Are you thinking about the deal you made with Tzeentch?"

"Then forget about it, this was a setup I made from the beginning!"

Morty's sudden remark interrupted Grandpa's thoughts. With one arm around his girlfriend, Morty proudly recounted what had happened a few days ago to Grandpa.

At that moment, Morty got out of the car angrily, and after going into the house with Tzeentch, he quickly calmed down and was determined to vent his anger.

A plan centered around Grandpa came to Morty's mind.

The Big Mouth Project!

Although the name isn't exactly classy, ​​the content is incredibly exciting: luring Grandpa into a trap and then slapping him across the face in his area of ​​expertise!

However, getting him to fall for the trap is not an easy task.

After all, that person is quite cunning...

Therefore, everything must be made logically and without any room for doubt; everything must be made to be true!

So, in addition to playing games for three days straight, Morty and Tzeentch also contacted Beth, who lived there, and tempted her to become a grandmother for the second time as soon as possible. They got her to plant a seed in her mind when her grandfather took some food from the refrigerator after leaving the underground base.

"Hey Rick, there's a really popular reality show on the Multiverse Channel lately. I remember you took your whole family on it, but why haven't we ever seen a deathmatch in a small area?"

"Rick, I noticed Morty's been going out less and less lately, so I went to check on him and found him just sitting with Tzeentch playing games! What's so fun about a computer map? Hasn't he had enough adventures with you?"

“Jesus! Rick! Can you believe it! When I went to deliver his food, they just let Quinn sit there watching TV by himself! They completely ignored the kid! Why don't you make him a little map that prevents him from crossing the border next time, and teach him a lesson he won't forget!”

Under such repeated bombings.

Grandpa also had memories of this matter, but what really got him involved was not Beth's daily nagging, nor Quinn's request for help.

On the other hand, C137 called his grandfather 36 hours ago, saying that a new amusement park called "Undying Amusement Park" had recently opened for business.

In that area, as long as you stay within the designated area, you won't die no matter how you kill the other person!

Given that his Morty had been disobedient lately, he wanted to take him out to teach him a lesson...

As Morty recalls the past bit by bit at this point...

The metal plate, now welded shut, surrounded Grandpa. He crossed his arms and, with a mocking smile, interjected, "So you think you've got C137 under control, but have you considered that I've actually got Tzeentch under control?"

"what?"

Before Morty could react, his sweet little girlfriend in his arms had already pulled out a double-barreled shotgun that smelled of her body and held it to Morty's chin.