Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"What's wrong? Is riding in Rick's car making you feel tired?"

Rick, a taxi driver, was drinking and dissing Morty.

In other places, drunk driving would almost certainly get you caught, but in Ruicheng, it's not surprising at all, since everyone from top to bottom drinks every day.

"Nothing much, I just suddenly found myself passing through a portal, and several months had passed in an instant. Everything had changed drastically without my knowledge, and I'm a little lost."

"Jesus! As expected of Morty! This is nothing? It's only been a few months! What's the big deal?"

"..."

In Ruicheng, a place with the most chaotic timekeeping, even discussing time makes Morty wonder if he's just being incredibly bored...

So, Morty then remained silent and quietly talked to him about time, and clapped and chuckled at not-so-funny time jokes.

Finally arriving at the gates of the current presidential palace in Ruicheng, Morty jumped out of the car as if his life depended on it, and then found Dark Little Morty, who was handling official business in his office, without any hindrance.

Seeing seven or eight Ricks and Mortys surrounding Dark Morty, each holding several large folders, and having a whole host of things for Dark Morty to decide.

Morty always felt like there was a trap waiting for him.

"Ah! My savior! You've finally arrived! The first president of Ruicheng, who mysteriously disappeared for several months, is back! I, the one who was in charge, can finally step down!"

Sure enough, after noticing his arrival, Dark Morty looked up from a mountain of things and tried to dump a whole bunch of things on Morty.

In response, Morty issued a triple denial.

"Who are you? Do I know you? Don't you dare touch me!"

"So you're planning to piece together the fragments from these past few months yourself?"

"Um... okay, I can work... but you need to explain to me exactly what happened, I don't know anything right now..."

After a single sentence made Morty obediently submit, Dark Little Morty enthusiastically stood up, walked to Morty's side, and, like a lackey, invited Morty to sit down in a chair, shooing away the guys.

The first thing someone said made Morty lose his composure.

Do you know about the Jerry Council?

"What's the Jerry Council...? They can actually form a council???"

It was clear that Morty was unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Dark Mo began to explain very seriously.

"Yes! They not only formed a council, but they even infiltrated our ranks, whom we have always ignored, disregarded, and despised. But Jerry's Daycare is like a perfectly precise prison, bringing together Jerrys who previously had no chance to gather together, giving them ample opportunities to interact..."

"So what does this have to do with me?" Morty asked, very puzzled. Even if Jerry formed some kind of Jerry Council, which looked very impressive, what did it have to do with him?

Did he mess with Jerry and his friends?

Why is it that ever since he briefly returned to the C167 universe, he feels like he's been intentionally excluded from certain things, and that no one really wants to know certain things?

In particular, Dark Mo had already dissolved his abilities with some kind of compound, yet he didn't seem to hate him at all.

On the contrary, I felt a sense of relief?

Wait... is it possible that this guy is playing psychological tactics on me?

Thinking of this, Morty asked directly, "Have you been playing mind games with me?"

Dark Little Mo: "..."

Looking at Morty, who had suddenly become so simple and honest, Dark Morty shook his head. His hope of finding someone to do these chores for him was probably gone for the time being...

Ultimately, it was still that complex compound that repelled Cthulhu potions, and the effect was too strong, temporarily lowering Morty's IQ.

Fortunately, there was no permanent brain damage, so he won't be killed by his grandfather.

Are you going to tell me or not?

"say what?"

Give me some ideas!

“Okay! Your Rick! He’s always been a two-faced… no! A three- or four-faced bastard! He’s been plotting something, I have a deal with him about leaving the Limited Central Curve! And… fuck! That last thing, if I told you, there would definitely be problems now!”

"In short, you should stay in Ruicheng for now. I'll find you something to do to help you recover. Once you're back to normal, we can have a proper talk!"

Seeing Morty's bewildered expression, Dark Morty silently walked to the bookshelf in the office, pulled out a few books, and tossed them to Morty.

Someone looked down.

Gunpowder Configuration Schemes for Different Spacetime Environments - A Foolproof Version

The Practical Operations and False Theories of Technological Close Combat

Crossdressing starts today!

Chapter 575 A few days later

A few days later...

"call..."

Beside a silver-gray workbench, Morty carefully poured the last gram of aluminum powder into a cylindrical plastic container. He removed the heavy protective goggles from his eyes and took off his pig-snout-style single-piece gas mask.

While thermite combustion agent may not be considered high-tech in Ruicheng, it was a significant advancement for Morty.

A few days ago, I was locked up here by Dark Mo. I couldn't finish learning the explosive technology tree. Not only was I not given food, but I wasn't even allowed to sleep.

Morty's experience and skills in the field of explosions began to advance by leaps and bounds.

Of course, it was also because after Dark Mo took over Ruicheng and the Ruicheng Syndicate, he obtained the Nirvana Plan, which was an improvement on the Ruicheng Syndicate by C137.

Go ahead and build bombs!

Incorrect proportions, shaky hands, short fuses, or explosions upon assembly—all the things that can kill a newbie with just one mistake are nothing compared to the possibility of resurrection!

They can only go to heaven or hell to repent.

But you can do it a billion more times!

After experiencing a variety of explosions including nitroglycerin, sulfur, and aluminothermics.

Today, Morty finally completed the last task Dark Morty gave him—thermite combustion agent.

After he finished building this thing, the door that had been closed for several days in front of Morty finally opened to him, and the dark Morty walked in with a white T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of shoes.

"How was it? Explosive IQ recovery method, not bad, right?"

"Eat this blast of thermite!"

After spending several days recovering from the negative effects of the potion leaving his body, Morty immediately threw his incendiary bomb the moment he saw Dark Morty, that bastard.

Why bother...?

Dark Mo activated his energy shield expressionlessly, letting the incendiary bomb, which had no effect on the energy shield, burn on it.

If it weren't for Grandpa's desire for Morty to recover quickly, he wouldn't have had to give him this bomb recovery course.

The core theory of this course is that a person will only force themselves to keep moving forward under pressure, since most people are lazy creatures.

Those who strive are ultimately a minority.

Most people, once they stay in a comfortable environment for too long, will see their improvement rate become very slow, or even regress.

Therefore, this Rick-style course emphasizes the idea that 'if you don't achieve your goals, you might die, so why don't you push yourself to grow?'

It seems that Morty has recovered remarkably well.

Seeing yourself is like being hit by an incendiary bomb.

After leisurely waiting for the incendiary bomb's fuel to run out, Dark Little Mo looked at Morty, deliberately gave a fake yawn to provoke him, and then put the clothes on the ground.

"Change into this outfit and come out. You're going to be the President of Ruicheng, you can't exactly show up in front of everyone wearing a gas mask, can you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes." Afraid someone wouldn't want to come out, Dark Mo, not wanting to explain further, turned and walked out without looking back, throwing down his last words: "Anyway, you won't be the president of Ruicheng for long. I'll take over then. Come out and show your face, and put an end to those rumors. Lately, there have been constant rumors that I killed you; it's so annoying."

"You're afraid of this???"

Looking at the clothes on the ground, Morty decided to wait and see. After removing all the protective gear from his body, he put on the least heavy clothes he had worn in the past few days.

I stepped out of the room where I had stayed for several days.

There's an elevator 30 meters ahead in the metal corridor outside, and some jerk is standing inside with two security guards named Rick.

I resisted the urge to go back and make an even bigger thermite incendiary bomb and throw it at the other side.

Morty stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slowly closed and then slowly opened again, a large hall with a floor covered in cloud-patterned marble appeared before Morty's eyes.

"Let's go, the people outside are waiting for us."

Dark Mo stepped out first, and after a few steps, he noticed that someone hadn't followed, so he stopped and urged the other person to hurry up and catch up.

The two of them walked one after the other from the elevator located on the right side of the lobby to the main entrance of the lobby.

The blinding light from outside made Morty squint at first, but once his eyes adjusted, he saw a large number of reporters and his followers gathered outside.

Everyone here, without exception, had an excited expression on their face.

Because C167 Morty is the undisputed choice of Ruicheng...ahem! The choice of Ruicheng people, while Dark Morty is at most a substitute.

"Everyone! After a period of recovery, our savior of Ruicheng has finally returned!"

Dark Morty excitedly announced Morty's return to everyone.

Then... Morty realized that this bastard was still the same as before.

As always, he enjoys alternating between stabbing someone in the face and stabbing them in the back.

"In the bloody battle in the conference hall! He personally took action! At the cost of serious injury! He risked all his hard-earned abilities! He was determined to kill those despicable Ricks of the Ruicheng Syndicate!"

"I think C167 Morty is the true hero of Ruicheng! Anyone disagree?"

The answer from everyone was naturally no.

But Morty has it!

When did I massacre the members of the Ruicheng Syndicate?

Don't you dare try to label me like that!