Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty couldn't say he was filled with pity at that moment, because he knew that he and his grandfather were both planning to use Morty to achieve another purpose.

So he gathered his thoughts, got up from his chair, and looked at the Mortys.

"I believe you all know that although there are job openings everywhere in Ruicheng, they only want Rick, not Morty. This is because Rick considers Morty to be Rick's subordinate, and we are just their leg ornaments, merely mascots placed there?"

"Fuck! I disagree with that view!"

"Just because they tell you what kind of person you should be, does that mean you should become that kind of person?"

"Perhaps you're thinking, why am I so arrogant?"

"I'm C167 Morty. If you haven't heard of me, look up my record, my history, my life!"

"Now..."

At this point, Morty paused deliberately, then turned halfway around, pointing to the door behind him, and said, "What I want to say is that I never force others to do anything, because I can accomplish things and achieve results on my own."

"Like just now, before even stepping into the ring to fight our opponent, they're already spouting discouraging remarks, claiming our goal is to lose to someone who won't look too bad."

"You're not welcome here!!"

"If you're willing to stay here and fight alongside me for all Mortys! To fight for even just one chance, even if it's just a small one, to prove ourselves as Mortys!!! Then stay and let's create a new future together!!! A future for Mortys!!! To change Ruicheng!!!"

Having said all that, the group exchanged glances, and just as they were about to make a decision...

A Morty who was in charge of monitoring online information exclaimed, "C167 Morty, there's dirt on you online! Someone revealed that you have such extreme tastes that you'd even go after the Cthulhu sisters!"

Chapter 551 Aren't I your greatest help?

Cthulhu Sisters...

This is something Morty has almost never mentioned to anyone.

Suddenly, within half an hour of his arrival in Ruicheng, the news spread online. He knew with his toes that someone was definitely trying to smear him.

He couldn't possibly admit to this kind of smear campaign and tell everyone that XP is freedom, thus winning applause and cheers from the crowd.

Because for most Mortys, if he were to admit it, it would be a betrayal of one of Morty's most important beliefs—Jessica.

You don't like Jessica?

Then you're definitely not a genuine Morty!

Even a Morty who surpasses all Mortys must like Jessica!

Otherwise, we'll reject him as Morty!

Given this premise, Morty, facing the unanimous gaze of everyone looking at him, calmly stated that this was nothing more than mudslinging by his competitor.

Besides, a picture is worth a thousand words.

But I do have some juicy tidbits with pictures!

So, the 18+ scenes from Morty's sexy pole dancing bar last time immediately appeared before the Mortys' eyes, and everyone saw this picture...

"Jesus! That steady Morty, he actually went to such a sleazy place? I really misjudged him!"

"I used to be quite supportive of him... I never expected him to be this kind of person!"

"I declare! I support C167 Morty!"

After Morty made an example of someone to scare others, denied his past with the Enke sisters, and then exposed what Dark Morty had "done," he prepared to promote it online again.

C137 Morty's situation is rather dire...

There is no dedicated campaign team of grandfathers.

It also lacks the ruthlessness of Dark Mo, who is black-hearted and even more ruthless when he takes action.

After holding back for a while, he finally arrived in Ruicheng through the C137 portal. Filled with a desire for revenge, he was completely bewildered as he faced... an election?!

Fucking no!!

Is this what you mean by defeating him where he cares most?

That bastard wants to run for office, so I want to run too, and beat him in the election?

I stammered when I was talking to Jessica, so what kind of crazy campaign are you going to run in front of so many Ricks and Mortys?

Then... at least give me some direction!

"Am I not your greatest asset?"

C137, who came to Ruicheng with C137 Morty, glanced sideways at the irritable and timid little guy next to him. He thought to himself, "I've brought out the prestigious C137 brand to endorse you, and you're just pretending I don't exist?"

Do you know that I always have a group of loyal sycophants in this area of ​​Ruicheng?

After all, not all Ricks dare to oppose me.

Some of Ricks inexplicably want to worship him and become loyal henchmen of C137. Is that so strange?

Just watch me...

C137 confidently took out a mobile phone and sent a mass text message.

Over a period of three minutes, thousands of Rickys traveled by foot, public transportation, or private car.

The sheer number of over two thousand made C137 Morty finally realize just how much influence Rick had in the city.

"Jesus! You can summon over two thousand Ricks with just one phone call, why don't you use it normally?"

"Why do I usually call them over... these Stockholm syndrome patients, hey! Why do I feel like there are fewer of them than before? Has it been that most of them have finally let go of this knot in their hearts?"

He was initially quite happy to notice that C137 was less than half its original number, and even took out his bottle and took a sip. However, when he recalled the news reports from the Galactic Empire, he felt that something seemed amiss.

In the delivery incident, approximately three thousand Ricks died or were injured, while the number of these Stockholm patients who belong to him has been halved.

That means that two-thirds of the more than three thousand Ricks who died were his own Stockholm syndrome sufferers?

This was a premeditated murder!

[That damned bastard! He was targeting Rick from the very beginning—those who wouldn't obey him!]

Thinking about this, C137 wanted to personally go down and fight him, but then he thought that even if he put in the effort to defeat him, it seemed like he wouldn't feel any sense of accomplishment.

Let's stick to the original plan.

He told the crowd that his little Morty would be participating in the upcoming election in Ruicheng, but before he could even ask for any support, Morty had already said something.

These Stockholm syndrome patients, including Rick, all looked at C137 Morty with hope in their eyes.

Finally! The day has come!

More than a decade of long-awaited anticipation!

Emperor C137 is finally going to get involved in Ruicheng's affairs!

From this day forward! The C137 faction is about to rise! No one can stop our great C137 Rick from dominating the city of Ruicheng!!!

"C137!!!!"

As soon as one Rick started, all the Ricks present shouted the number C137 in unison, and the rhythmic shouting even caused objects on the street to resonate.

Faced with this almost fanatical morale, C137 was also finding it a bit overwhelming.

Another reason he hated coming to Ruicheng was the group of Ricks who had become his sycophants after he had beaten them into submission years ago.

However, in order to give Dark Mo a good slap in the face.

Then we'll have to use this group of people.

"Alright, I've found the right people for you. You now have a basic support group. Now, use your clever little brain to think about what to do."

"Um...aren't you planning to participate?"

C137: "..."

"Fuck?! Didn't I already get involved?! Without me, you expect to have over two thousand Ricks supporting you the moment you show up??"

"I already spread the word in Ruicheng before I came here. Now that your campaign has a base of support, what more do you want?"

"Am I supposed to hold a gun to every Rick's face and force them to support you???"

"Jesus! Can't you accomplish anything without fighting and killing?"

Feeling that his little Morty still lacked a bit of the harsh realities of life, he thought that his grandfather's student, Morty, seemed to be involved in this election as well.

Even if their own side loses, Morty will do everything he can to win the election.

That...

"Alright, good luck to you. I'm going shark hunting with Sangmei."

"What? Huh? What are you talking about???"

Before C137 Morty could even sort out his thoughts, C137's incredibly fast movements left him alone in Ruicheng to face the more than two thousand Ricks.

Upon returning to the C137 universe, C137 saw Sangmi fully armed as soon as he passed through the portal. Sangmi was wearing a close-fitting wetsuit, carrying an oxygen tank on her back, and holding a harpoon gun.

"You sent that little brat over there?"

"Yes, people have to grow up eventually, don't they?"

"So...should we head to Atlanta now?"

"gogogo!"

Chapter 552 The Three Mos's Separate Routes

campaign...

Morty had heard about this job, which belonged to only a very few people, but he was curious to see just how complicated it was until he tried it himself...

This is fucking complicated!

Especially after the campaign manager was fired by Morty, the difficulty of organizing these guys increased by at least ten times!

Morty, like some others, once thought that frontline management was very easy; wasn't it just a matter of assigning tasks to them?

But in reality, Morty has to make decisions about everything, from the number of people, their abilities, the urgency of things, who goes into whom, who is suited to act alone, short-term goals, medium-term goals, long-term goals, strategic goals, and even something as mundane as lunch, where some people want chili peppers, some want pizza, some want an extra drink, or there's no toilet paper.

After uploading Dark Little Morty's dirty laundry to the internet, it took three hours of hard work to finally make these Mortys know what they should do.

Morty plopped down in the chair, staring blankly at the black wooden desk in front of him. It took him five minutes to come back to his senses.