Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Looking at the palm-sized box and the nanoscale insect queen inside, invisible to the naked eye, this unique item weighed heavily on Morty's heart.

But I've decided on you!

Dark matter! Nanobots!

As for the human miniature universe thing, Morty immediately rejected it after thinking about it, even though it seemed pretty awesome.

For example, I could put a domesticated military civilization into a miniature universe inside my body. Once the fighting starts, I could just wave my hand and wipe out a wave of cannon fodder... No! I'd just use a space battleship to ram the enemy! And it'd even have a ramming horn on it!

But this thing is definitely going to be destroyed by Grandpa.

Moreover, even disregarding the grandfather factor, continuing to use cannon fodder tactics, or extracting energy to overwhelm the enemy with an energy flood, doesn't seem like a wise choice.

The lazy approach, huh?

So let's stick with dark matter nanobots!

"No problem, this one will do!"

"Hmm... the way you're talking makes it sound like you're really reluctant to part with the miniature universe of the human body..."

“This was built by C137 and me together. This thing is... a truly unique piece... do you understand that unique feeling?”

"I don't understand... and I don't care. Just put this thing in!"

Although C137's involvement did surprise Morty, what did it have to do with him?

Hurry up and finish installing!

"OK!"

To Morty's surprise, the installation of this dark matter nanobot mother was very simple; he had thought it would require surgery or something.

The result was that he simply opened the box, licked it, swallowed the mother insect, and that was it...

"..."

Morty really wanted to just pick up the box and pour it into his mouth, but it was so damn small, and if it fell out before it even got into his mouth...

People who enter the store later will likely see two Ricks and a Morty bent over, searching the floor for a nano-sized insect queen.

Yes! To keep my persona shining brightly in Ruicheng!

Swoosh~flow~

It's also a little sweet!

Having settled this matter, Morty forcibly paid half of the remaining campaign funds to Goat Hurik, and then returned to the presidential palace in Ruicheng with his bodyguard Rick.

He had just sat in the car when he initially felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Then he felt as if an extra branch of consciousness had appeared within him; he could clearly sense that his body had gained an additional, usable organ...

This feeling was quite strange for Morty...

Because when he is in his soul form, he doesn't actually do anything with his hands or feet, but rather manipulates his body with his consciousness, even changing his appearance and using mental energy.

But when he maintains his normal human form...

So when a person uses their hands to do something, such as swiping on a phone screen, typing on a keyboard, or drinking water from a cup, do they actually have the thought that they are going to use their hands to do something?

Morty, who didn't know much about biology, finally understood something when he felt himself gaining an extra organ, or rather, a limb.

Feeling the limb slowly grow is like being extremely thirsty and seeing a glass of water, so you just reach out and grab it—a very casual feeling.

After the worm queen produced the minimum number of nanobots needed to protect all her organs, Morty casually allowed the nanobots to seep out from under her skin, forming the shapes of various objects in front of her.

emmmmmm...

Isn't this just a tech-based version of the Master of Mind ability...?

I've indeed developed a kind of inertia and dependence on this ability...

I wonder if Grandpa saw me...fuck! Why am I even thinking about him!

Morty's thoughts were interrupted by his grandfather. When he came to his senses, he found himself in front of the Presidential Palace in Ruicheng.

I got off the bus, went inside, and realized the family photo was missing you...

"Geez! You...you're back???"

Morty, who thought he would be staying there for a long time, opened the door and saw his whole family inside. His mind immediately went blank.

However, the old geezer sitting in that chair has always been very good at... emotional outbursts!

"Before you want to give us a warm hug, burst into tears, exchange glances with other men, or show your family affection, could you please explain... why this book, 'Starting to Wear Women's Clothing Now,' is in your desk drawer?"

"Jesus! I've chopped off three hundred Jerry heads outside, and just came back to Rui City to rest for a bit, and you want to give me high blood pressure?"

Seeing that smelly old man covered in wounds, who, just like before, always had to say something to ruin the mood, Morty's response was...

Chapter 581 Credit is Important

"Waaaaah! Grandpa! I miss you so much!!! But this book really isn't mine! Dark Mo put it in here!"

"Waaaaah~ My dear grandson! I never imagined that the vicious Dark Mo would use such methods to frame you! Grandpa was wrong about you! You must still be that handsome kid who would get excited at the sight of white thighs!"

Watching the grandfather and grandson hugging each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces.

The group of people, who had just sat down on the sofa and rested for four or five minutes, all had three black lines appear on their foreheads at the same time. Sure enough, the two of you are the most compatible in this family.

Knowing full well that the other person dislikes those touching scenes, someone still insists on going up to them and acting all affectionate like a grandfather and granddaughter, trying to break the other person's defenses in this way.

Another person, knowing full well that the other party is using "touching scenes" to disgust them, takes the opposite approach, stubbornly refusing to break down, and insists that the other party's punch lands on cotton.

"They really are in love..."

"Who can argue with that?"

"I can't stand it anymore, does anyone have earplugs and an eye mask I can borrow?"

After watching for a few seconds, the crowd started shouting loudly, trying to interrupt the conversation between the grandfather and grandson who were subtly bickering each other the moment they met.

However, the duel between these two... or rather, a true man's one-on-one all-around battle, is unlikely to stop on its own unless it encounters some extremely strong external force.

Okay, so Dark Mo is here.

As Xiao Mo walked into the dark office, he was just about to say something.

Anyone with eyes could see that the grandfather and grandson, who were clearly trying to disgust each other, immediately changed sides and turned their guns outward.

"Jesus! Look who's here! Isn't this Steady Motty? He created a fake identity for the election and even gave himself the name Steady Motty. It's disgusting!"

"Grandpa! It's him! He slipped that book into my desk!"

Dark Little Mo: "(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

I really wanted to rush up to them, flip the desk over, and smear their faces with the papers and pens on it. But then I silently told myself, 'I'm a professional; I can't lower myself to their level.'

Quickly composed myself.

Before those two bastards could speak, Dark Mo very 'politely' asked everyone to get lost.

"Now that you're back, hurry up and take this guy out of my city. If I could, I never want to see either of you again!"

"Don't rush, I just got here, I need to rest for a bit." Grandpa leaned back lazily, which really made Dark Mo feel annoyed.

If it weren't for the agreement, he wouldn't want to bother with someone like his grandfather at all.

When a normal person sets a long-term plan, the options are simply to stick with it, or to give up immediately, or to try harder and then abandon it.

But this jerk's way of playing is too casual.

He can do it if he wants, and not do it if he doesn't want to, and that's where the contradiction lies.

Because these kinds of people who only care about their own pleasure and don't care what others think are seen by everyone as people who are likely to break their promises at any time.

But my grandfather was a man of his word.

Or rather, he prefers to provoke the other party, let them make the first move, and avoid any blemish on his integrity.

Therefore, judging from the attitude Grandpa was taking at this moment, Dark Mo guessed that something might have happened outside, and the other party might not intend to abide by the agreement.

So...why did I fall for it?

Walking towards the liquor cabinet, Dark Mo took out an empty glass, poured some strong liquor into it, and then found an empty chair in the office to sit down.

He crossed his legs, looked directly at his grandfather to his right, took a sip of wine, slowly put down the glass, clasped his hands together, and tapped his index and middle fingers together a few times.

"Rick, when are we going to go outside the wall?"

"hey-hey!"

Grandpa, who was still preparing to leave the wall, laughed and glanced at P850 Beth.

Although a lot has happened in the past few months, the fact that his beloved daughter was able to come to his side is the only thing that makes him happy.

The activities between father and daughter have changed from fairy tales and dolls to killing loser sons-in-law from parallel universes.

But this can be considered a way to make up for those happy father-daughter times, right?

So, while the little guy is still worrying about leaving the finite central curve, he has already made almost light-speed progress on his side because of Hastur, the King in Yellow.

Grandpa naturally wanted to abolish the agreement between him and Dark Mo.

But credit... isn't used like that...

Many people believe that if a person becomes powerful enough, they can disregard trust and rely solely on their own whims and fists to make everyone bow down.

That's right, provided you kill everyone in the world!

Otherwise, the terrible consequences of a lack of trust will cause everyone this person meets in the future to fear him and try to kill him.

If a powerful enemy attacks, and the person has excellent credit, then he can fully utilize his credit and intimidation.

This will convince those with weak willpower that if they leave now, they will never suffer retaliation.

This reduces the probability of failing in the next battle.

But this person has a bad reputation. Even if there is only the slightest flaw, in this life-or-death struggle, no matter what he says or what promises he makes, he will not let anyone leave.

Because everyone knows that even if they choose to leave now, they will definitely suffer retaliation if the other side wins the ensuing battle.

His untrustworthiness will unite enemies who are at odds with each other into a single force!

Therefore, it's impossible for Grandpa to directly attack Dark Mo at this time, as the latter is not someone he can take down in a single attack while he is seriously injured.

Forcing a move might not kill Dark Mo, and could even damage one's reputation.