Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Some things can be discussed later.

The first priority is to turn back time!

Well, a few seconds later, C137's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Rick the Clown carelessly crashed his car and you stabbed him to death. And you actually want to go through time again just to save Quinn's life.

But if time could be reversed, Rick the Clown would also be resurrected.

What the hell is going on...?

However, C137 wasn't the type to take back what he'd just said, since he'd just made a boast to Morty.

In this region of the finite central curve, who doesn't know that even if C137 suddenly finds something boring, he is still a man of his word?

"Hiss! This is a bit tricky... Give me some time to think..."

C137 needs to think about it; would Grandpa give him that opportunity?

They subtly reminded C137 that in the C167 universe, there is such a thing as an afterlife hell. If possible, why don't we go down to hell first and interrogate C167's soul to force him to reveal a way to defeat him head-on?

When Rick the Clown comes back to life, wouldn't it be better for you, C137, to personally kill him than to watch Morty claim the honor?

I'll personally send Rick the Clown to his death!

"Heh... I bet you planned all of this in just one second!"

Grandpa opened his beak, and C137 immediately realized what was happening: Copy Ninja... cough cough! Rick the Copycat is back online!

A worthless scoundrel who has no innovative ability whatsoever and only knows how to copy and modify.

Do you really have to go to such lengths to learn something from Rick the Clown?

"Alright... let's do it this way!"

"We'll interrogate them to find a solution, then we'll rewind time. Morty can save Quinn, and we'll kill Rick the Joker again. It'd be great if this guy died by my hand!"

C137 thought to himself that what Grandpa said made a lot of sense.

Being able to personally send Rick the Joker on his way was a small wish he had always held in his heart.

Hmm! That's great!

You've got the P850 figured out!

Seeing that C137 had agreed, Morty finally felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. With Grandpa and C137 on his side, he was absolutely certain of victory.

Once you get rid of Rick the Clown's soul and find a way to defeat him head-on, the problem will be solved.

Morty, in a great hurry, urged his grandfather to open the portal quickly.

After the portal opened, he was the first to run to Hell, followed closely by C137. As for Grandpa, he didn't move, because a sentence from Sangmei made him stop the foot he had just raised.

"Grandpa, to be honest, you don't want Quinn to be resurrected at all, do you?"

"You've projected my thought process onto me?"

Grandpa asked Sangmei with a smile, and she nodded slightly. Even without putting herself in Grandpa's shoes, she had noticed something amiss from certain details.

Who says that a good deed can be entirely without hidden malice?

However, if Morty finds out about what you're doing, it could cause a huge problem!

"The only thing I find strange is, why did you do this? You know how important Quinn is to Morty; he sees that girl as his own flesh and blood in this world. Why did you..."

"Stop!" Grandpa suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Sang Mei, his eyes turning dangerous. "Before you say anything more, you must understand that this is a very serious accusation against me, but I did not do it at all, do you understand?"

"Especially when you go on vacation, a lot of things happen that you can't understand."

"If I were you, I would go into the garage and have the AI ​​pull up the footage from a certain night, because the truth in that footage would drive Morty insane."

After uttering a few nonsensical words, Grandpa went to hell.

Sangmei watched as the portal disappeared before her eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she went into the garage and had the AI ​​pull up the video that her grandfather wanted her to see.

"Jesus!!! This...this is impossible!!! Why is this happening?"

As the video ended, Sangmei sat weakly on the stool, ran her hands through her hair, and muttered something to herself.

"He's right...this thing could really drive Morty crazy..."

Chapter 593 is related to you, isn't it?

"This Hell... the Non-Material Realm Management Center seems to have changed quite a bit?"

"It used to really feel like an immigration checkpoint, but now it's more like hell... What the heck is this heavy metal punk style? Are you guys going to consider wearing leather jackets and pants?"

"Jesus! Look how frightened that little child is!"

Morty, the first to arrive in Hell, saw the immigration center, which had once been decorated in a very modern style, no different from a high-speed rail station or airport.

Now, the border crossings are filled with black, enchanted metal walls, creating a high-security, prison-like atmosphere.

The spacious passage that was specially built before has now been restricted to allow only one person to enter and exit at a time. It is difficult for souls of average size to even turn around, while those of larger size can only squeeze through a narrow passage.

The air was thick with a sense of oppression. Along the lines of each immigration process, menacing-looking demons stood armed with weapons.

You should know that these positions belong to angels who hold flyers and always have enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

Clearly, after the Galactic Empire invaded and stormed all the way to the seventeenth level of Hell, nearly wiping out Satan and his allies, this place finally realized that it was nothing compared to the Galactic Empire!

Then they decided to escalate their defeat from utter helplessness to dying with more dignity...

"These idiots, have they been watching too many movies? Do they really think they live in the age of firearms?"

The second person to enter, C137, had also heard about the Galactic Empire's invasion of Hell, but he didn't know the specifics of why.

In addition, he was too lazy to investigate, so he didn't notice what was happening here; it was all because of a dog...

However, this didn't stop C137 from criticizing these silly dogs, who were completely dumbfounded by watching movies.

Perhaps... in the age of flintlock muskets, it was possible to defeat technologically superior enemies using spears and bows and arrows, but now...

How many bullets would an automatic rifle need to fire to penetrate a tank?

Even if these guys in front of me built a bunker out of a pile of enchanted iron, what good would it do?

The Galactic Empire simply replaced the old ship with a larger one and used a larger caliber cannon to melt down this dark, unremarkable lump of iron.

This spaceship doesn't even need its main guns to attack. Just turn the bow and use the flames from the spaceship's thrusters to simmer the demon in flames. If you want to be even more morbid, prepare some cooking oil, sprinkle some cumin and black pepper, and spray it with 300,000-degree flames, and a pot of cumin-oil-braised succubus will be ready to serve.

"Hiccup~ They really are still clueless about space warfare even after being beaten up. They're just making a tin pot so they can be wiped out next time?"

As C137 was commenting on these demons, they were looking at him and Morty with complicated expressions, because... the farce at the end of the last incident was really too damaging to the dignity of Satan, the Lord of Hell.

Despite the invasion of a powerful enemy and the constant slaughter of our warriors, in times of crisis when many high-ranking demons deserted, it was still Lord Satan, the true lord of Hell, who, even in the most dangerous moments, did not abandon his determination to defend Hell, even to the point of dying in battle.

Just when all the demons were sacrificing everything to protect Hell...

The architecture in the entire hell was so absurd that several legs sprouted from the bottom of each building.

These buildings then became weapons of war capable of countering the invading forces of the Galactic Empire.

Well, after all, the group that came was using equipment they had used to fight gods, not weapons designed for regular battlefields, so it's normal that they suffered losses on regular battlefields.

Although the demons survived because of this incident, a shadow was cast over their hearts.

How exactly did that old guy manage to deceive all the demons in the eighteen levels of hell and transform all the buildings into war machines?

Jesus!

Jesus: "What do you need?"

In short, Grandpa's sleight of hand did indeed change Hell after it had undergone a round of invasion. Even the great demon Stein couldn't stop these demons from frantically stacking defenses.

"Huh? Where's that Stein guy?"

Morty and C137 stood there for half a minute, but the second-in-command of Hell didn't come over.

At this moment, Grandpa finally came over from the other side of the portal. He waved and signaled Morty and C137 to follow him, because Stain was busy subduing a 'live seafood' and didn't have time to come over now to do any of the pretense of receiving important guests.

The three of them walked in through the narrow passage like old men, while the spirits along the way looked at Morty and his companions with puzzled and confused expressions.

Isn't this a world you can only come to after you die?

Why do these three guys... still look alive?

"Oh my god! Death is a hoax! These living people can come in! I refuse to accept this! I want to be resurrected!!!"

Well, a certain mentally broken, obese soul was dragged out of the group by a three-meter-tall demon the next second and enjoyed his first big slap in the face upon arriving in hell.

After beating him up, the great demon didn't forget to yell, "What do you think this place is? You're not convinced? Nobody cares whether you are or not! You're here to be tortured!!"

C137, who was walking in the middle of the three, stopped when he heard this.

This action immediately made Morty and his grandfather nervous, because there has always been a classic saying in the field of finite central curves that has been passed down for more than a decade.

I'm not afraid Rick will be bored, I'm afraid Rick will be interested.

Because when he feels bored with something, it's usually a very safe thing to do, since he can just open a portal and leave.

But he was interested...

That would be hilarious!

"C137, our most important thing right now is to figure out how to get some juicy information out of Rick the Joker. Let's not waste time on this, right?"

"Rick! Get serious! This isn't the time to do other things on the side!"

After being rebuked by Morty and Grandpa one after the other, C137 rolled his eyes. He didn't care about that nonsense about "I'm not convinced" and "you have to submit." Instead, the small data collection device he was carrying sent him another message.

It seems that yet another person from outside the curve has come inside.

Jesus!

Another one?!

How did they even get in?!

In this matter, the first suspect would definitely be the other man, because he managed to evade the selection of the limited central curve by lowering his own intelligence.

This proves that Grandpa had been studying how to enter and exit the curve for a long time.

Perhaps he has already succeeded.

So...