Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 566 Let's go buy something

"This is so strange. Judging from his posture, he's completely routed, but this shouldn't be happening to him..."

A debate that was not very intense, and could even be described as a one-sided crushing victory, came to an end.

After sensing something was wrong, Morty immediately gave it his all and successfully earned the loudest applause and cheers from the audience in the final segment.

Amidst cheers and farewells from the crowd, they emerged from the relaxed and enthusiastic atmosphere of the venue.

Along the way, both Rick and Morty cast their most eager glances at him, because of the beautiful vision he had just described...

This is exactly what the people of Ruicheng yearn for most!

Especially the labor Ricks, who already see him as Morty's savior who will save them and defeat the rich Ricks.

In this increasingly frenzied atmosphere.

There was no joy on Morty's face.

I won too easily!

The intense, fast-paced competition of the first day and a half, followed by an almost unbearably boring contest, handed the presidency of Ruicheng to him in a rather anticlimactic manner.

Yes! It's a gift! It's absolutely a gift!

Why did Dark Mo go to such great lengths, sacrifice so many lives and the lives of others, only to ultimately hand over the presidency of Ruicheng to himself?

This is no joke; they actually used a knife to cut a large gash on both sides of the lips.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd lining the streets, Morty, who was ready to take office once the voting results came out tomorrow, slowly made his way into the Lincoln.

I had just sat down.

A cell phone on the other back seat caught Morty's attention, finally putting his mind at ease.

"Finally... If he hadn't made his move... I don't know what to do next... I really don't want to become that president of Ruicheng..."

I had just picked up my phone when a call came in.

When the call connected, Morty immediately heard Dark Morty enthusiastically congratulating him on winning a standing ovation in the public debate. He was indeed Morty, a product of P850 Rick.

"Alright, we wish we could wipe each other off the face of the earth, so there's no need for you to say such hypocritical things. What trick are you playing now?"

"I didn't play any tricks! How could you frame me like this?"

"Tell me or I'm hanging up."

Dark Mo on the other end of the phone knew very well that if Morty said he wanted to end the call, then the other party would definitely end the call, because this guy was a bit...crazy right now!

That's right, this is the most obvious trait that Dark Morty has observed in C167 Morty over a period of time.

He's the kind of bastard who, if he suspects he's being hunted and hides in a crowd, will pull out a knife and start indiscriminately killing anyone who even lightly touches him, even if it's just because of the crowd and the collision of shoulders.

The more desperate the situation makes him, the more this trait will be brought out.

This is also why P850 Rick has always been intentionally trying to weaken Morty's strength.

Let him do whatever he wants...

This thing will be a troublemaker.

So, if this guy really wants to hang up, then Dark Mo naturally has to know when to stop. You can't mess with someone's mentality all at once; you have to take it slow and steady... ugh! Slow and steady wins the race!

"Alright, alright, don't be so impatient!"

"I'm truly here to congratulate you; you're destined to become the president of Ruicheng in tomorrow's vote."

"As for me, I will pack my bags, buy the farthest ticket I can find, and go to the ends of the earth to live out the rest of my life."

Morty: "..."

Hearing that this guy was going to pull this stunt again, Morty promptly hung up the phone. He guessed that the other party would definitely call back, and he would definitely not leave Ruicheng.

So as long as he's in Ruicheng, Dark Little Mo won't be able to cause any trouble!

But I don't think I can stay here forever...

[Fuck...So that's what happened...He was planning to pull this trick on me all along...]

Within seconds of hanging up the phone, Morty finally understood why this guy had so readily relinquished the presidency of Ruicheng.

Just as C137 Morty cannot stay here indefinitely, so too can C137 Morty.

Once they're gone, Rick and Morty will remain here, and whoever becomes president, will ultimately be manipulated by him.

Does winning or losing matter?

If you two are so capable, why don't you guard Ruicheng for billions of years?

This moment.

Morty felt the weight of countless lives and fortunes resting on his young shoulders. Every living person, every individual's fate, every... night, he was destined to shed tears for C137.

After realizing that Dark Little Mo could adopt this strategy and wear them down completely by wasting time.

Morty has decided to shift the blame!

C137 Morty! You're now the President of Ruicheng!

Because... Grandpa and C137 would never consider such nonsense as odd-even license plate restrictions.

Is the tracking number C167 on Morty?

Even number C137 Morty on?

Are the two taking turns being presidents of Ruicheng?

Forget it!

"How about I create an AI... make an AI Morty... and make him the president of Ruicheng?"

Morty had wanted to create an AI before, but his plans were shelved for various reasons. However, the current situation seems to be a good opportunity to test his knowledge of AI.

Having decided to take action, Morty returned to his little house and checked the amount of Swiss dollars in his campaign account.

However, when he approached the purchasing agent, Morty, saying he needed a bunch of electronic components and should buy them from Ruicheng...

"Geez! What do you need these things for?"

"Create an AI"

Morty thought he would receive a look of admiration in return, but the latter replied with great confusion, "Why don't you just buy one of those things?"

"What? This thing is sold in Ruicheng?"

"Yes!"

Led by the other party, Morty arrived at the mid-to-low-end commercial street in Ruicheng. A row of golden building signs gave Morty the feeling of entering a treasure trove...

Rick's Glittering Pink Bio-Weapon Shop - Want to see pink zombies destroy a planet? Then choose our shop! Pay in installments and get a free mini pink Leviathan! And a box of pink glitter!!!

Rick's Wizard's Special Item Shop - Tired of high-tech? Want a different kind of adventure? We offer everything from costumes and props to even spellbooks! No need to invest too much time! Our memory import device lets you unleash a linear fireball in an instant!

"The All-in-One Morty Merchandise Store—Want your Morty to be more versatile? We support modular modifications and customization services! Just place your order! Macho Morty! Girlish Morty! Flamboyant Morty! Crossdressing Morty! We have it all! Even if you want him to have horns on his forehead and a rabbit tail! We can do that too!"

"What...hell???"

Chapter 567 Are you interested in being my deputy?

the next day...

Morty, who was sleeping on the table, was shaken vigorously by the two little Mortys to wake up from his drunken dream. He tried to open his eyes, but felt as if there was a sticky layer on them.

I touched it with my hand, and it seemed to have been stimulated by something, so it just left on its own.

This startled Morty so much that he jumped up from his chair.

"Fuck! What the hell?!"

With his vision restored, Morty saw the pale blue gel that had just shriveled up, next to which was a glass box and instructions for use.

Premium Eye Care Gel – Quickly repairs your cornea, protecting every pair of eyes that gaze at long, white legs.

Morty: "What exactly did I buy yesterday...?"

Seeing the piles of items on the desk and the floor, Morty, whose memory was somewhat hazy, felt as if he had done something significant, but he couldn't quite recall what exactly he had done...

This should have felt familiar to someone who frequently loses their memory, but instead it felt strange to them.

Because he felt that this time, it seemed to have nothing to do with the memory extractor.

He even drank until he blacked out.

"Jesus!"

The bills in his own campaign account further confirmed Morty's suspicions, as he saw the dates when those strings of numbers were generated.

From 7 p.m. yesterday until 4 a.m. this morning, a bill was paid out on average every ten minutes.

Nanoscale eavesdropping devices, throwable steel balls with a hundredfold speed increase, and non-Newtonian liquids all seem quite normal.

But... what the heck is this My Little Pony Plus??

Morty glanced at the little mare curled up in the corner, dressed entirely in girly pink with wavy hair, and he almost lost his footing.

But that wasn't the most bizarre thing he bought last night...

We arrived at the door of the little villa.

Outside, there's a car with Patrick Star on the front... accelerating entirely with octopus tentacles... and the doors are made of two super-large speakers—it's like the Batmobile.

Morty, who hadn't lost this memory, wished he had.

"Huh? Jesus! You guys actually have the classic Batmobile? What? I want it? Of course! I, C167 Morty, have plenty of money!"

"I'll buy it!"

"However, I have one modification request!"

Have you heard of SpongeBob SquarePants?

Morty: "..."

I remember last night, reeking of alcohol, I walked into a "Classic Rick's Car Shop," acting like some nouveau riche from a land expropriation deal, and immediately pulled out a gun to buy a Batman... Hero's classic vehicle. But then I wanted to modify the front into SpongeBob SquarePants' body and use octopus tentacles as tires. Rick's terrified expression at that moment...

Morty knew... he had to extract this memory...