Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Because every Rick and Morty is a unique individual, they have their own way of interacting, and they don't need a nanny or parent to tell them how to live in this world."

"Therefore, my relationship with P850 is just a fairly ordinary one in this Ruicheng, a city full of endless possibilities."

A standard, conventional answer satisfied everyone to a certain extent.

Due to the number of candidates, host Rick immediately posed a question to General Rick, who was standing next to Morty.

"How should we respond if the same thing happens again, like sending Hermuel?"

"More... hiccup~ laser cannons!"

Morty: "Why would I compete with this kind of trash..."

As Rick was called out one by one, he came up with all sorts of unbelievable answers that also brought Morty to tears. Finally, the answer came to Dark Morty and C137 Morty.

The former is seen by many as a self-reliant Morty who has risen from the Morty district to where he is today.

The latter... this damned crony... the reason why no one dares to post dirt on him online is simply because C137 is just too terrifying!

But today is different.

Today is the open debate session.

Even if C137 has a lot of influence, you can't force us to play this game of calling a deer a horse!

However, there are still preferential treatments.

Host Rick asked a question that was incredibly simple.

"C137 Morty, do you think all the shops in Ruicheng should have a batch of liquor vending machines installed for Ricks and his friends?"

Morty: "This is so shady..."

Upon hearing C137 Morty's question, one guy inwardly cried out that it was all a conspiracy.

My question is whether the relationship between myself and my maternal grandfather can serve as a model for grandfather-grandson relationships in Ruicheng.

Why is C137 Morty's problem...? Spend a little money to add a batch of machines for Ricks to drink hard liquor in all the shops in Ryuk City?

Even a fool would know that this kind of problem definitely needs to be addressed!

Morty's fans won't object, and Rick's fans will give it a thumbs up.

An excellent freebie question...

Is this the thickness of a thigh...?

[Sigh! It's all that old rascal Grandpa's fault for not working hard enough!]

While inwardly cursing his grandfather for being so useless, Morty focused his attention on the final Dark Little Morty, feeling that this guy was not someone who could be easily defeated.

But he seemed completely distracted ever since he went on stage today. What's wrong with him?

Hoping to see more of Dark Morty's reaction, Morty didn't have to wait long.

After someone answered a super simple question.

Host Rick finally turned his attention to Dark Mo. He cleared his throat and read out the last question from the script.

"Steady Morty, do you think the increasingly dire state of the Morty District necessitates a rather forceful reform?"

Holy crap!

Chapter 565 The Big Bang in Space P850?

"I...I think...Let me think...I'm in trouble..."

Dark Morty's fragmented words made Morty unable to believe what he was seeing and hearing.

What's going on with this stammering guy in front of me...? Why is he behaving like a 'normal' Morty?

How is this going?

Is this still the same dark Xiao Mo I know?

[Wait! Something's ghosting!]

Morty's first reaction was that there was a conspiracy, but... he couldn't find any clues!

The one standing there stammering and answering questions was Dark Morpheus. The audience members didn't seem to be Rick being manipulated either, and they could see a lot of perfectly normal information on their phones.

What we are witnessing is a perfectly normal public debate.

What... what exactly is going on...?

Doesn't Dark Mo want the presidency of Ruicheng?

Why does he look like he's deliberately trying to lose?

While Morty was completely baffled, Grandpa was also completely baffled, because when he and C167 Jerry quieted down...

They heard a noise coming from afar.

The two ran in the direction from which the sound came.

But what they saw was Jerry, his hands and feet bound by chains, already emaciated, facing the last moment of his life.

Grandpa, always highly vigilant, only used a syringe of adrenaline and an injection of nutrients to pull the man back from the brink of death after confirming there were no traps...

His eyes, which were about to close, snapped open. Seeing his grandfather, he roared in a hoarse voice, "Watch out for that Jerry! I'm C167 Jerry!!!"

"What?! Fuck!!!"

Before Grandpa could even turn around, a fiery red alloy blade pierced right through him and the hard floor!

"Jesus! Fuck!!!"

The pain made Grandpa scream, and what he didn't expect was that all the little gadgets on his body also stopped working at this moment!

"Tsk, it seems even the renowned P850 has its mishaps."

"And all my personality replacement core was wasted..."

Jerry, who had always been by his grandfather's side, shook his head as he pulled out a "Personality Substitute Core," smaller than a ring and equipped with a suction cup, from his thick hair.

Hearing the name of this obscure technique, and considering that Grandpa was stabbed in the back and forced to the ground, he could see Jerry directly in front of him...

After a half-second of thought, he figured out what was going on.

"Personality Substitute Core" is a niche technology developed by Ruicheng with a very limited scope of application because it requires both the user and the recipient to be alive at the same time to ensure that it can be used normally.

As for its function...

If A wants to play the role of B, then A can do it 100% perfectly, and even in a relaxed state, it will not be noticed by some observant people.

You can use the "Human Substitute Core" to allow someone else to temporarily replace your personality, just like a mental illness such as schizophrenia.

It's a way of suppressing the self-personality in brain A.

Then, A acts as an information relay device, receiving information and transmitting it to B, making B believe that he is facing this series of events, so that A can perfectly remain hidden.

After all, the best replacement is to make everyone believe that the A in front of them is B.

So when this obscure device appeared, Grandpa knew he was in deep trouble, because this device, which could only be produced in Ruicheng, must have a production number on it.

By checking the buyer's identity, one can always find something by following the clues.

But the other party has already brought up the name of this obscure technology...

This is clearly implying that there is no way he can get out of this place!

"I don't like long-winded explanations; I prefer quick solutions. But I also enjoy watching the expressions on your faces when you learn the truth before you die, so... you can ask me a question."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa naturally asked without hesitation about the matter he cared about most—who was responsible for the destruction of the P850 universe.

"That's it? I thought you'd want to know how I did all this, but... if you want to know, then I'll tell you!"

"The person who destroyed the P850 universe was none other than yourself; it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"If you're in a murder case and you've ruled out everyone else as a possibility, you'd better think about...fuck! How could you!"

Just as Jerry was smugly preparing to recount what happened back then, Grandpa had already forcibly gotten up from the ground...

This alloy blade, capable of piercing through a liquid protective suit, is naturally incredibly hard and cannot be destroyed by ordinary force. However, if the person stabbed doesn't mind widening their wound, they can also escape using the most suicidal method.

Grandpa got up from the ground and used the alloy blade to cut a large gash from the center of his abdomen to his ribcage, causing blood to gush out. His internal organs also flowed out.

But what's truly terrifying is... Grandpa's face...

The drops of blood that splattered on his chest, chin, and cheeks stained everything red, but they also turned his furious eyes into a gateway to the abyss.

"FUCK!!!"

Startled, the mysterious Jerry took a step back and immediately turned and ran. He knew that the other party had put so much effort into standing up, and it certainly wasn't to make eye contact with him.

Seeing that the mysterious Jerry had only run a few steps away, Grandpa was in no hurry to chase after him. He took out a mini stapler from his clothes, stuffed all his organs back in, and then used the stapler to fasten the wound together piece by piece.

The painful groans, the sound of nails piercing skin and flesh, and the blood all over the ground made the real C167 Jerry writhe uncomfortably.

Even though he was pressed completely against the wall, he still felt no sense of security.

Because he felt that the gaunt man in front of him, just like the huge, tilted shadow cast by the light on the right wall, was slowly...awakening something.

Perhaps it was all a lie?

The explosion of the P850 universe?

Zzz... Tower!

The last nail forced the wound shut.

Grandpa, who could no longer stand, casually threw the stapler on the ground. The moment he turned around, C167 Jerry felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"No...Jerry! I'm C167 Jerry! The real C167 Jerry! The culprit is clear! Spare my life!! No!!!"

As his grandfather drew closer, C167 Jerry, who had just been on the verge of death, frantically tried to break free from the shackles he had been unable to break free of for the past few days.

In vain...

It was all in vain!

He could only watch helplessly as his grandfather's hand reached out towards him...

"Do not!!!"