Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He didn't want to wake up every night from dreaming about that memory.

"Morty! The voting results are coming out!"

A small voice interrupted Morty's thoughts. The man's calm expression seemed to tell him that what happened last night was nothing in Ruicheng...

Morty patted his cheeks with both hands and went inside. Seeing the countdown on the holographic projection with less than ten minutes left, he was a little hungry and picked up a pizza from the table to take a bite.

"No! This is a Wednesday pizza! Today is Friday, so you have to eat a Friday pizza!"

"What???"

Not quite understanding why everyone was trying to dissuade him from eating Friday pizza, Morty glanced at the pizza in his hand, which was covered in seafood toppings.

emmmmmm...

I spent money!

I'm going to see what happens when I eat this Wednesday's pizza!

Under the pressure of numerous embarrassing memories from last night that would make him want to commit suicide, Morty stubbornly chose to take a bite of Wednesday's pizza.

Click...

A small holographic projection appeared in front of Morty, showing Pizza Rick wearing a chef's hat and an apron. He was holding a bottle of liquor, hiccuping and cursing, "Wednesday hiccup~ You actually eat Wednesday pizza on Friday hiccup! If you don't eat on time, you're in big trouble!"

Before Morty could react, every single one of his hairs began to mutate.

At first, each hair was just a round dough piece. Then it started to heat up, and the dough pieces didn't open up. Instead, they were baked in a completely wrapped state, like long, twisted strips.

Morty: "Can't they use their abilities for something useful...turning hair into pizza... Jesus!"

Upon smelling a foul odor emanating from his hair, Morty immediately changed his form and reshaped his hair, believing that by dismantling his physical form, he could reset his body.

But the reconstructed hair immediately transformed back into dough and was baked again, letting him know that this might not be over so easily...

"Jesus!!!"

"Even my body can't suppress this reaction—he made this pizza! It's like Einstein doing woodworking! Or Guan Yu studying advanced mathematics!!!"

With a loud roar, Morty, too lazy to revert to his physical form, directly joined the others in his soul state, intently watching the countdown in the holographic projection.

When the time comes to the last second.

The moment all the candidates' votes were counted.

The deafening cheers that filled the room contrasted sharply with Morty's forced smile.

He won...

He won, just as Dark Mo had hoped!

The position of President of Ruicheng was handed to him so easily, a deadly gift that trapped him in this place.

"Moty! The first president of Ruicheng! It's Moty!!!"

"The first time in history!!!"

"I want a photo! I want a photo!!!"

At the enthusiastic request of the crowd, Morty had no choice but to go outside the villa, stand in the middle of the crowd, and take a group photo with the little Mortys who had been working non-stop for the past few days.

With a forced smile, Morty faces the camera, already calculating the cost of AI Morty... Wait, there seems to be this expense on my bill, so where did his AI Morty go?

After the group photo, Morty found the robot with a data cable plugged into it and its body ice-cold in the attic of the villa... cough cough! How could an AI robot not be ice-cold in standby mode?

Wake him up.

The other party claimed that he was just a chef AI, proficient in tens of thousands of dishes...

"I don't care about your AI! Hurry up! Get down here! Change your clothes! From today onwards, you are responsible for being the president of Ruicheng. You do whatever your subordinates tell you to do. You have no right to choose, understand?"

After forcibly changing the guy's clothes, Morty was about to push him into the car and send him off to accept the presidency of Ruicheng when...

A black sports car stopped outside the villa.

Boom boom boom~

The ear-piercing roar of the engine made Morty stick his head out of the window.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Dark Mote waved to Morty with a beaming smile: "My dear Morty brother, thank you for buying me the car last night! I knew you loved me the most!"

"Sometimes I think, wouldn't it be great if the two of us could work together?"

This statement came out.

Morty silently lowered his head.

Three or four seconds later, when he looked up again...

"Would you be interested in becoming my deputy?"

Chapter 568 I didn't die, you seem quite surprised?

Clang~ Clang clang clang~ Clang~ Clang clang clang~

To the accompaniment of cheerful background music, Morty, who had just officially taken over as president of Ruicheng, led Dark Morty into the small conference hall.

Beside the oval-shaped gold metal table.

One Rick after another sat in his tall, very comfortable chair.

Everyone's eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

Morty from P850 Rick, he became the president of Rick City, and came here... Will he bring change, or continue to uphold the old ways, or...?

boom!

Yes, she fainted in public...

In full view of everyone, Morty collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

Dark Mo, walking behind him, looked somewhat bewildered, surprised, and at a loss.

Why did this guy suddenly faint?

Definitely not wanting anything to happen to Morty here, and for Dark Little Morty to be chased away, he immediately ran forward, put one hand under his nose, and shouted for help.

The Ruicheng executives, who were also unable to sit still, hurriedly got up and carried him outside.

"He absolutely cannot have any problems here!"

"Yes! I wouldn't even bother to look at him if he were blown to pieces in another universe, but if something happens to him in this conference room, none of us will survive!!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and tell the driver to drive upstairs and wait there!!!"

A group of people hurriedly carried Morty into the car through the side door of the building.

Next, one of Ruicheng Cindy's major shareholders drove the car himself, while Dark Mo kept checking his body. Another Ruicheng Cindy major shareholder in the passenger seat roared an order for Ruicheng Hospital to immediately drop everything!

If C167 Morty has any problems here today!

Before I get killed by the P850, I will definitely kill you all!!!

The sudden turn of events made Dark Mo's face turn terribly grim. He meticulously planned and, through a series of feigned weakness, traps, and psychological tactics, finally managed to silently implant an idea into Morty's mind, making him believe it was his own.

You've taken the first ninety-nine steps correctly.

Why did something go wrong at the last step?

Just as excited he was when Morty 'invited' him to be his deputy half an hour ago, his mood is now just as terrible.

Morty can be defeated by himself, but he absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble without knowing why!

"Jesus! How much longer until we get to the hospital!"

"One minute!!!"

With the accelerator floored and the vehicle hovering in mid-air, Ruicheng Cindy, a major shareholder, disregarded a series of internal management laws of Ruicheng and drove almost through red lights all the way to the hospital.

Landing.

They placed the child on a stretcher.

They dragged us into the ward and put us on all sorts of medical equipment.

Those present, most of whom had some medical knowledge, saw a series of normal physical data, but the data in their minds was showing a strange upward trend.

"So lively...it's like hundreds of people are having a party in his head?"

Dr. Rick's words made everyone roll their eyes at the analogy, yet at the same time agree that he was absolutely right.

Because the number of brainwaves on the testing instrument was so high it was almost like the garbled screen of an old-fashioned television.

With so many brainwaves, it's as if there are N people inside this body.

"Jesus! What should we do? Is there any way to... calm his mind down?"

Faced with the true power holders in Ruicheng, the doctors briefly discussed the matter and indicated that they could use some mild psychotropic drugs to temporarily calm Morty's mind.

But if further treatment is desired...

"Further treatment my foot! Do I look like the kind of person who sees good deeds through to the end? You guys just need to stabilize his condition first!"

"Someone! Go to the monitoring room. We'll reenact it again in a bit. This time, cut out this part of the dialogue, and then hand the person and video over to the P850."

"The rest is not our concern!"

This major shareholder of the Ruicheng Syndicate issued several orders in a rude manner, getting everyone in the room busy, and then noticed that Dark Mo was still standing in the same spot without moving.

"You! C167 Morty's lackey! Now that he's having health problems, you'll be his successor as president of Ruicheng!"

Dark Little Mo: "..."

After several days of wits and battles with C167 Morty, in order not to fully unleash his ruthlessness, a compromise was reached to gradually bring out the dark side of Morty.

After Morty inexplicably fainted, the president of Ruicheng was once again in his hands...

How ridiculous...

Even a natural-born actor like Dark Mo broke down on the spot, laughing out loud at the mockery of all his efforts by fate.

Oh, fate...

It seems no one can defy fate...

"Alright! You guys keep going! I'm taking this guy back first to finish up the important business!"