Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Watch out, I'll sue you for defamation!

"You'd better cooperate! If you don't continue this charade, all the heroic deeds I've been repeating to everyone these past few days will just collapse along with your current persona."

Noticing someone's displeasure and uncooperative attitude, Dark Mo whispered a warning in his ear: don't do anything irrational at this time.

Otherwise, C167 Morty's persona in Ruicheng would become completely commonplace.

"Tch, you think I care about that?"

Despite saying that, Morty didn't make any further drastic moves. Instead, he smiled at the people below the steps, just going through the motions.

Finally, after cooperating with Dark Mo to complete the performance, the two arrived at President Mo's office in the Presidential Palace of New Rui City.

Dark Mo sat behind a large desk. Behind the chair, which had a backrest two meters high, was a large floor-to-ceiling window, three meters high and two meters wide. The curtains were drawn on both sides, and he could see the high-rise buildings of Ruicheng outside the window without any obstruction.

"So it's time I knew something, wasn't it?"

"Or you could give me a teleportation gun, and I can leave here myself."

Morty's impatient attitude did not affect Dark Morty, who calmly took out a bottle of wine and two empty glasses from his desk drawer.

Do you think I'm in the mood for drinking right now?

"I think you need to have a drink to calm your nerves first."

Chapter 576 explains the reasons

As it turns out, Dark Morty wasn't joking with Morty. Drinking some alcohol to calm his nerves was a very wise choice.

The wonderful effect of alcohol is that it allows you to drink more and slows down your mental state.

Watching Morty gulp down half of the bottle of wine, Dark Morty took it back with a disgusted look, wiped the bottle opening with a paper, poured himself half a glass, and began to tell the story from the beginning.

"First of all, before we start answering these recent questions, you should know who the loneliest person in the world is, and who has the most enemies, right?"

"Of course, the C137!"

"Yes, but it also possesses the ability to destroy the world. I'm not talking about the kind of thing that can dig ten meters down on a small planet but can't build a space station in outer space and is still stuck playing with coal, oil, and the remains of ancient plants and animals. I'm talking about the kind of terrifying monster that can truly destroy the world."

"Hmm...would you mind getting straight to the point?"

Knowing Morty was impatient, Dark Morty rolled his eyes at him. However, he wasn't some NPC guide, so he insisted on showing an irrelevant, closed dialogue box and a large avatar to the left front of Morty's field of vision.

Therefore, he used a very simple example to illustrate his point.

If we connect their world to the Cthulhu universe, then C137 in his old age would be Azathoth, and they would be the Old Gods and Great Old Ones.

Don't be fooled by how powerful and arrogant these people are in various universes, leaving their mark wherever they go.

But when C137 'awakens,' it will be the end-of-the-world catastrophe of Azathoth.

This is why most of C137's enemies are unwilling to provoke him. Unless they can kill him in one fell swoop, they would rather commit suicide in advance than give him a chance to escape.

Within a finite central curve, C137 is an omnipotent god.

Everyone else is just playing along with him in the game.

Just like the story of Batman and Gotham City.

Most villains who aren't intellectually challenged, once they've been captured by Batman a few times and remember his handsome yet masculine chin with visible stubble, will inevitably associate him with Bruce Wayne.

Because in Gotham City, Batman's suit isn't cheap; it's full of cool, high-tech gadgets that ordinary civilians can achieve through mutation, or that ordinary people with high intelligence can achieve by scavenging.

Therefore, this guy must be rich. And how many wealthy people can maintain that handsome chin and imposing physique for long...?

So the Gotham villains are all playing along with Batman!

As for Rick, most people knew in their hearts that they were just playing along with C137's act most of the time.

The difference lies in...

Batman doesn't actually kill villains himself; he just indirectly makes ordinary people kick the bucket one by one.

But with C137, he could kill someone very casually, without caring at all about how important that person was.

Because he doesn't care!

This unstable and capricious nature leaves most people with unspoken grievances, because you never know when this guy might be seriously discussing the price of an item with you one second, and the next second he might be rolling his eyes and buying a sex robot for his grandson.

"So you're planning to kill C137?"

"Bullshit, if you were planning to kill him, wouldn't you have rushed up and taken the bullet yourself?"

"So what exactly happened?"

"Don't worry..."

"Screw you! Just say it already!!! I have limited patience! I hate people like you the most! If you waste another second of my time, I'll throw a thermite bomb in your face right now!"

"..."

Dark Mo's gaze shifted downwards, sweeping over the two pockets of the man's pants. After pondering for a second where this guy would put the thermite incendiary bomb, he went straight to the point.

"In short, everyone with power has their own plans regarding C137..."

"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you! Geez! Hiding a grenade in your crotch? You're really something!"

Under the threat of someone's thermite incendiary bomb, Dark Mo skipped the C137 incident and went straight to Grandpa.

So, Morty then learned that approximately four months and five days had passed since he traveled back and forth through that portal, which was a terrifying amount of time...

Grandpa only spent about half a year working on himself, but I've wasted so much time on spatial delays.

And all of this stemmed from when Jerry was thrown into the Jerry Daycare Center...

"Jesus! What kind of genius is he?!"

"Your Jerry... is terrifying..."

The two Mortys, who reached a consensus on this point, did not feel that they had met a kindred spirit; they only harbored endless accusations against Jerry in their hearts.

According to information collected and compiled by Dark Mo and Grandpa.

months ago...

Jerry, who was sent to Jerry's daycare by Morty, stayed there for about four hours. During this time, a 'well-informed' Jerry who had been to Rui City was bragging to everyone about the Rui City Council.

So, he suddenly had a whimsical idea.

Since there's a council like the Rick City Council that's all made up of Ricks, why don't we Jerry form a Jerry Council too?

Initially, the idea was just for fun.

But even Jerry, when forming an organization, inevitably had to choose a leader, plus some people with special talents.

Being forced to use a filtering mechanism naturally means things are starting to get complicated...

Originally, Jerry and his friends stayed at the Jerry Daycare Center, where they spent their days eating, drinking, playing games, and watching a movie with the fake Beth at night.

This free-range approach, and the fact that there's no need to select any particular Jerry, ensures that everyone is immersed in those things every day.

It's like raising pigs.

All you need to do to raise a pig is fatten it up.

However, if one day pig farming begins to screen pigs and those with special traits are picked out, it will inevitably cause unrest in the pig herd.

The same applies to losers like Jerry who have decades of life experience.

Who should lead Jerry's Council? How many people want to join? Are there any strict requirements for joining, or should we relax the requirements altogether? What if someone doesn't want to join? Will we organize regular events? If we do organize events, will we ensure they are better than those at the daycare center?

In a situation where no one is fully aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Jerry's Council embarked on its first collective activity—proving itself to be brave as men!

Detailed explanation: My wilderness survival skills are definitely better than yours!

But just as the high-tech products in Jerry's daycare were being dismantled one by one, forcing all Jerrys into survival mode, Jerry was taken away.

Once he returned to the C167 universe, he completely forgot about it.

Jerry, who remained there, was like a breeding ground for venomous insects. Before the management of Jerry's boarding school could react, a Jerry of the highest caliber emerged!

Chapter 577 President Mo

"But I don't quite understand. If Jerry and his ilk are inherently suppressed by high technology, they would become even more incompetent in a high-tech environment. So how did they escape from that asteroid?"

"Don't you know that things reach their extremes and then reverse? Don't you know that everything has its limits? I give you a ton of iron, and no matter how much you compress its volume, it's still a ton, isn't it?"

"Okay...so when the suppression of low technology reached its limit, that batch of Jerrys turned around?"

"Yes! I now call them Jerry's Catastrophe!"

"This is...terrifying...I'm not joking...it's Jerry's Disaster, even more terrifying than the disaster itself..."

After figuring out the cause of the incident and redefining the meaning of natural disaster, Morty immediately lost the idea of ​​leaving Rui City. He didn't want to run out and fight with those Jerrys!

Besides, my own power as the master of my own will... wait a minute? Come to think of it, how come from back then until now...

I heard Morty bring this up again.

Dark Mo spread his hands, because this was really not something he wanted to do. After all, if you were a soul, I could just suck you away with a soul-absorbing stone.

Even if you are the master of will, I can just get an even bigger Soul Absorbing Stone!

Do you really think there's some kind of almost invincible fighting force in this world?

In an endless universe, invincibility is just a temporary concept. If any fighting style cannot be countered for the time being, it must mean that we haven't explored enough universes.

There's always a way to control you.

So it's what caused you to lose the ability to control your mind.

Grandpa simply saw that you were becoming more and more dependent on the Lord of Willpower, so he simply abolished that ability of yours, so that you wouldn't be like an idiot every day, always just sending cannon fodder, sending cannon fodder, sending cannon fodder.

They have absolutely no high aspirations.

Aside from using cannon fodder and waiting for the enemy to weaken before charging in to kill them, what else can you do?

"I'm so grateful to him..."

"Don't mention it!"

"So what exactly is your agreement with him?"