Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Do you think I'm C167, that narcissist who's fallen for his own subconscious?

But faced with the gossip burning in everyone's eyes, Dark Morty had to clear his throat and firmly reaffirm Morty's first principle—Jessica would always be his goddess.

Then he warned certain unscrupulous people not to spread rumors maliciously online, or he would go to the Ruicheng Police Station to report them!

"Look at what you're saying, it seems this smear campaigner really makes you angry!"

"Ok?"

A voice came from behind Dark Mo, making him frown, because this guy... shouldn't be here at this time.

I built a stage for him there so he could perform a solo act.

"Hey! Morty brothers!"

As Dark Mo turned around, a face with a smirk was approaching him step by step.

"You're surprised to see me, aren't you?"

"I'm quite surprised too. Your influence in Ruicheng is far greater than I imagined. You actually managed to set up a fake Ruicheng Research Institute and get so many Ricks to act. That really shocked me!"

"But guess what?"

Morty's deliberate pause and the question he posed caused the veins near Dark Morty's temples to bulge.

fuck!

This is the stereotypical villain's classic speaking style found in old-fashioned movies?

They have to use pauses to keep you in suspense!

How about something original?

As if admiring a work of art, Morty carefully examined the subtle expressions on Dark Morty's face, and only then did he say with satisfaction, "Thank you for providing me with the fake Rick!"

"What do you mean?"

Dark Morty's heart skipped a beat. He felt this guy must have done something incredible, otherwise why would he be acting so mysteriously...

In Ruicheng, the only person who could do something he'd want to keep in suspense is...

"Nothing much. There's a garbage dump in Ruicheng, right? I threw all these Ricks who have real Ruicheng identities and are now controlled by you into it, and then replaced them with my mental entities. Fun, isn't it?"

"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In front of everyone, Dark Mo, who had been talking quietly with Morty, suddenly swore loudly, his neck veins bulging with anger.

He never expected that Morty could be so ruthless!

More than two thousand Ricks?

You kicked them all into that recycling center?

Whether it's a living or non-living thing, it can enter that giant pipe!

They're all destined to die!!!

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really have no idea how many times I've hoped to see that expression on your face."

"But I have to admit, now that my expectations have been met, I'm actually starting to feel a bit bored."

"Alright, loser, get out of my sight!"

Morty gently pushed Dark Morty aside and walked step by step to the podium. From the one-meter-high platform, he smiled and scanned everyone below.

Rick, Morty, Rick, Morty, Rick, Morty.

In the city of Rui, there will always only be Rick and Morty, but once he wins the election, he will bring Sammy, Beth, and Jerry here and drive some of Rick out.

As for why we should do this?

Because I am the president of Ruicheng, the motherfuck!

"Alright, everyone, I know this is the Q&A session for Steady Motti, and the first question someone raised just now not only embarrassed him, but also me. But I believe that none of you here will be blinded by this political mudslinging, right?"

He opened his mouth, intending to pass the matter on to Morty in a glossed manner, but he did not get the result he wanted.

Because it's obvious that there are some troublemakers at Morty Academy.

At the same time, they are also the kind of players with great potential in the Morty tier. Perhaps after they have grown, they might be able to reach the top tier of Morty players. This is probably why they were not abandoned in the Morty zone.

"You say no, so it's not true?"

"You think you're superior to us just because you're wearing a white T-shirt and putting on that pitiful face? You think we're idiots? You think we'll believe whatever you say?"

"Oh, by the way, I wonder if you still remember me!"

An octopus-faced... oh no! It was Cthulhu Morty, whose provocative voice caused those around him to make way for him.

It was at this moment that Morty saw this old acquaintance.

Morty, who had only met Kermo once since Kermo's death and resurrection, and his eventual demise at the hands of an Old One, hadn't seen Kermo in ages.

So this guy who was missing... is actually here?

"Jesus! What are you doing here?"

After a gasp, Kemo made no attempt to conceal his hatred, his eyes revealing to Morty that the other party harbored absolutely no goodwill towards him.

But why would he care about that?

Honey, it's election time in Ruicheng right now. If you jump out and cause trouble, I might throw you into the Ruicheng garbage dump tonight.

Morty, whose smile now held a hint of cruelty, slowly said, "What's the use of whether you believe it or not? After all, it's election time in Ruicheng right now."

Almost every candidate has a lot of dirt on them.

Surely these scandals couldn't all have been exposed by people with a conscience, right?

Surely the candidates can't all smear each other, right?

Following this logic...

If the candidates didn't smear each other, but rather the accusations came from so-called people with a conscience, does that mean all the candidates have very high moral character? If they have high moral character, then aren't all these accusations fake?

on the contrary...

"If candidates smear each other, only part of those smears is true. Because if you're smearing someone and you're very restrained in doing so, just telling the truth, then... to be honest, it's really a bit awkward!"

"Truly a unique feature of Ruicheng..."

Chapter 564 The Thickness of Thighs

Time flies, and it's already the day of the Ruicheng Public Debate.

The three-day campaign, though causing continuous chaos from the very first day, managed to prevent Ruicheng from collapsing, which, in a sense, can be considered a victory.

Regardless of which side Rick was on, his 'rationality' during the campaign is commendable.

After all, weapons of mass destruction are something that any Rick would find...

It's not difficult at all.

Anyone can make a bomb.

However, no large-scale attacks have occurred so far, which shows that all the forces in Ruicheng have maintained a very unified understanding.

Election is election, but Ruicheng can no longer withstand another large-scale incident.

Morty, who got up early and rushed to the public debate venue, sat on the sofa chair, casually looking at the information on his tablet while keeping his attention on C137 Morty.

Although he hadn't met the other party once in the past three days, the reputation of the C137 Guard in Ruicheng was... extremely rotten.

Forcibly recruiting people, engaging in street brawls with the Rick City Police Department—these fanatics' actions suggest that all they need is a real action plan before they will follow their leader and build a Rick Empire.

This transformation of the loosely structured city of Rui into a Rick Empire under the leadership of a single will truly gave Morty a sense of exhilaration.

But this is something that is destined to be impossible to do.

Most Ricks in Ruicheng are lucky if they can get factory jobs and buy wafers to rediscover the joy of becoming fathers. Expecting them to unite under one banner and form a Ruicheng Empire is simply a joke.

After a not-too-long wait.

Morty and his group stepped out from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

Six Ricks, three Mortys.

Or rather, a few puppet Ricks, two Mortys who want to compete for the presidency of Rui City, plus a Morty who wanted to kill Dark Morty head-on but was thrown into the election.

The first half of this public debate segment.

The host then poses questions for the candidates to answer. Only in the latter half of the segment does the host launch a series of attacks on the candidates in a public setting.

I don't know what happened.

Morty, who was standing first on the right, thought he would be the last person to answer the question, but the host started from his side.

Even on the very first question, they posed a very difficult one to answer.

"C167 Morty, do you think your relationship with P850 Rick can serve as a paradigmatic relationship in the next Rick and Morty version of Rick City?"

"What?"

Looking at Rick, the host, who was sitting in the audience with a smile on his face, but who was throwing a question that seemed to be related to Ruicheng's election but actually had nothing to do with it, he saw the host.

Morty glanced at Dark Morty, who seemed somewhat distracted.

The latter's bewilderment and absent-mindedness towards external things.

This amplified Morty's doubts even further.

Ever since I packed up all two thousand Ricks and sent them to the Ruicheng garbage recycling station two days ago, this guy seems to have lost his fighting spirit.

It's like not only destroying his core business, but also throwing it into the incinerator, leaving him with absolutely no chance of rebuilding it...

Did I really... destroy his competitiveness?

The thorny problem at hand...

"C167 Morty, please note that this is not an exam room with a two-hour countdown. You don't have that much time to write a draft and then write the main text, so you must answer the questions immediately."

Morty remained silent for a long time, prompting Rick, the host below, to urge him on.

Take a deep breath.

Morty glanced around the room, then turned to the host, Rick, and said with a calm tone tinged with barely perceptible hesitation, "I believe that if my relationship with P850 is considered a model relationship in Rick City, then it would be erasing the infinite possibilities for Rick and Morty."