Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Not knowing whether Dark Morty was friend or foe, Morty naturally needed to ascertain whether the other party posed any threat to him after figuring out a few things.

If someone were now your enemy, they would have been dead days ago.

But you always have to ask questions!

It's so painful to keep it all inside.

"Isn't this the thing you interrupted?" Dark Mo sighed, feeling annoyed by Morty's patience. "We're just playing around with C137. If we don't decide the winner in one round, we'll definitely lose if it drags on."

"So my agreement with my grandfather was very simple: we both wanted to leave the limited central curve. Even though we had a complicated past, our goals and interests were aligned on this matter."

"You can think of me as someone you need to be wary of, but who won't stab you in the back right now, understand?"

"Alright..."

At this point, Morty also became a little confused. Since it was so dangerous outside, Grandpa had chosen to leave him in Ruicheng so that the people of this city could passively protect his safety.

He probably didn't want to go out.

So, should I disobey my grandfather and run out to find him, or should I wander off and get into danger and die on the spot?

Should we just stay here obediently?

Morty's questions were answered by Dark Morty.

"Alright, you're not going out for now. After all, you've already made your appearance in front of everyone, and I certainly won't let you out until you officially hand over this position to me."

"However, I can still tell you that Grandpa and the others are still alive, so you don't need to worry about their safety."

"Who cares whether that old geezer is dead or not?" Morty bluntly stated that he didn't care whether his grandfather lived or died.

"Alright, now that you're back to normal, you can stay here and work for a while. After some time, just give me the position of President of Ruicheng. Enjoy your brief experience as President of Ruicheng."

After Dark Mo finished speaking, he put down his wine glass, stood up and gestured for Morty to sit down, then walked out, clearly displaying an attitude of 'I've given you the seat, this is none of my business'.

I watched him leave Mr. Mo's office.

Temporarily, Mr. Mo got up from his current sofa chair and walked to the chair behind his desk, which had an exaggeratedly high back.

Yeah, and then he didn't want to work either.

It's better to eat and drink all over Ruicheng than to stay here!

But it's a pity...

Dark Mo had the same idea as him.

Upon hearing that the real president of Ruicheng had returned, a flood of tasks came to Morty's desk.

A large group of Ricks, who served at the presidential palace in Ruicheng, walked in with folders. Those stacks of documents showed Morty the most terrible nightmare of his life.

90% of it is paperwork that wastes paper and manpower!

"President Morty, you're finally back! While I'd love to celebrate, we have a crucial matter that needs immediate attention. Given the collapse of the Ruicheng Syndicate, Ruicheng's previously stable business has become unstable. Many goods have disappeared along with the organization's supply chain. We urgently need your decision on whether to adopt a free-market business model or a model where Ruicheng officially supplies goods. If a free-market model is adopted, should it be subject to antitrust laws to ensure that no new syndicate re-emerges in Ruicheng?"

Morty: "..."

The fact that such an important matter came up right away startled Morty. Based on his fragmented conversations with Dark Little Morty over the past few days, he knew that the other party had killed the Ruicheng Syndicate through decapitation and division.

If it's a head-on confrontation.

If the opposing organization had concentrated its strength on one fist, he and his grandfather would have been out of the picture long ago.

After all, last time, even in a one-on-one situation, they almost lost.

If Rick in the suit hadn't died from betrayal, the power he wielded would still have been enough to go toe-to-toe with Grandpa. After all, anyone who underestimates a whale (someone who spends a lot of money on in-game purchases) always pays the price...

So how could I shirk responsibility for something so important?

We must prevent the emergence of yet another Swiss syndicate!

However, Rick jumped out and presented Morty with an even more serious matter, one that Morty had to decide.

"Put your concerns aside for now! Syndicates are not our concern right now, President Morty. The Galactic Empire's encirclement and suppression of Rui City is growing stronger. We need you to make the decision and determine the route for our next plan to wander Rui City!"

Morty: "Huh... Ruicheng's been wandering around... I thought he was stationary..."

But before he could figure out how to handle this, an even more urgent matter appeared before him.

"The Galactic Empire's encirclement is irrelevant! Teleportation fluid! Teleportation fluid! After the fall of the Rik City Syndicate, we invested a lot of manpower and resources in reconstruction, but the supply of teleportation fluid has also begun to decline. Now many Riks have to share a teleportation gun! We must find a way to increase the supply of teleportation fluid!"

"President Morty! Besides the teleportation fluid, a crucial repair task in the reconstruction of Ruicheng is still unfinished. This means Ruicheng remains a dilapidated building, ready to collapse at the slightest touch! This work..."

Stunned and numb by the series of bad news Rick brought him, Morty roared to the sky.

"Jesus!!!"

Chapter 578 Morty's Customized Commercial Street

Morty felt that if there were any extreme forms of torment in the world, then government work, which could make one's head grow bigger, would definitely be in the top tier.

First, let's take the events following the collapse of the Swiss Syndicate as an example.

With the entire organization's top brass dead, the remaining middle-level members began to run rampant. Although an invisible hand was slowly integrating the remnants of the former Ruicheng Syndicate, this hand was also eliminating some unwanted parts and was not paying much attention to the stable supply of goods to Ruicheng.

This leads to a problem.

They had almost completely controlled the commerce of Ruicheng; out of every hundred goods entering Ruicheng, 95 came from them.

Everything is in a state of chaos right now.

There was an urgent shortage of goods, out-of-control prices, the sale of inferior goods, and even more egregious cases of forced buying and selling. Some individuals even began to embezzle the assets of the Ruicheng Syndicate.

For example, there's that innocent wafer factory that moved countless Ricks to tears after eating it, warming their hearts as if they were transported back to their youth, to the happy times they spent with the child Beth.

It was stolen by a few Ricks.

But what Morty needs to decide is not who to send to take it back, but how to proceed with Ruicheng's business.

Is everything to be handled by the Ruicheng government?

Or should we leave it all to the businessmen like Rick?

What if these businessmen Rick unite?

Should we set strict rules?

What if they ignore these stringent rules, collude in private, and even bribe the regulatory authorities in Ruicheng?

if...

It has to be a der!

Why should I do the things that even Dark Mo wants to avoid?

Morty, who absolutely doesn't want to take the blame, wants to leave. But just like before in the Marvel universe, when everyone expects him to shoulder the responsibility, if he chooses Rick-style "I don't care," it means he's one step closer to becoming like Rick.

I'm numb...

On one hand, there's the heavy workload of government affairs; on the other hand, there's the prospect of leaving, which implies a shift towards a more rudimentary, less sophisticated approach.

So is there a way to get rid of these tedious things without making yourself seem too Ricky?

Sitting in the chair, he watched as the heads of various departments handed over all the matters that they should have decided themselves to him for processing.

That~

"Everyone!" Morty interrupted everyone loudly.

After everyone stopped.

He then delegated all decision-making power to the leaders of each department.

The Rick Syndicate is collapsing? Supply issues? No problem! You decide! You say you can't decide? Have you forgotten you're Rick? You, Rick, can't solve this problem, and you expect me, Morty, to decide? This is ridiculous!

Looking at Rick, the political advisor from the Department of Commerce, whose expression changed from initial confusion to gradual realization, Morty knew he had won this round.

As for what kind of trouble these guys will cause after they've been awakened?

That's what's giving Dark Mordred a headache!

He pushed one task after another back to these department heads, helping them recognize their identity as Rick, and then slowly began to get rid of them.

After seeing off the last Rick, Morty, parched, walked to the liquor cabinet, glanced at the bottles, then picked up the water bottle, poured himself a glass, and drank it as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, gazing at the golden city of Rick.

The first problem has been solved.

So what should I do next?

After thinking about his lost Mind Master ability, Morty decided to reconstruct his combat system, because he didn't want to go back to being the weak Morty he was when he first met his grandfather.

Aside from yelling for Grandpa to save him, he's basically just a mascot.

Of course, now that he's in Ruicheng, he doesn't need to be as desperate as before, chugging down every potion he sees without a second thought.

This time, I must find someone who won't subtly influence my mind, someone with unlimited potential, a good balance of offense and defense, and who can serve as a jack-of-all-trades, damage dealer, tank, highly mobile, and...

"Jesus! What am I thinking?"

The combat power plan that was forming in his head at that moment was something that even Morty himself thought was nonsense, let alone others.

Even a tough guy like C137 only chose to slap you across the face at close range.

Wanting to engage in both melee and ranged combat is indeed a bit of a pipe dream.

Especially in a world like this, any combat system might not work well in a different universe, or might even be banned.

Therefore, Morty's primary goal became to create a combat system that could be effective in any universe.

I don't expect any one aspect to stand out.

My only goal is to avoid being restrained by others as much as possible.

Just thinking about Dark Morty's Soul Stone makes Morty feel utterly disgusted.

If that thing were strung together with a rope and made into a garment, you could just drape it over your body and there would be no need for fighting; you could simply go straight to where the spirits were gathered and be done with it.

Even if there are any long-range attack methods, these attacks still require energy to circulate in space, so they are almost impossible to solve.

So... let's take action!

Thinking that he had successfully deflected all the blame for these political matters, Morty happily left President Mo's office and walked through a carpeted corridor with paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Upon arriving at the entrance, Mr. Mo's car, which had been prepared in advance, was already waiting there.

Once in the car, Morty remained silent for two seconds because he really didn't know how to describe where he was going, so he gave the driver a general idea.