Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Or... take advantage of C137's hostility towards Grandpa to 'accidentally' kill Grandpa.

All the answers you're looking for are here!

As Dark Mo walked in through the main entrance, he was dressed in a black suit and wore a red tie. The folder in his hand made him look like an important figure who was walking into the courtroom with crucial evidence during the final trial of a major case, someone who could influence the scales of justice.

As he descended the steps, head held high, like a lion challenging its enemy, he said to Morty, "Your Rick! It's fake! He's not a P850 Rick at all, and even you are not C167 Morty!"

"If you know the truth, then pretend I didn't say anything, let's just start fighting!"

"Wait... I'm not C167 Morty? Then who am I?" Morty looked at Dark Morty in confusion, of course, he didn't believe what the other said at all.

It's not just because Dark Mo himself is a habitual liar.

It's also because... if just anyone jumps out and says something about you, and you're foolish enough to believe it, isn't that a bit too ridiculous?

"evidence!"

Morty wanted evidence, which delighted Dark Morty, who was worried that after he secretly read Morty's memories last time, his grandfather would reveal some things.

So Morty might already be in cahoots with Grandpa.

It now appears that Morty was completely unaware of many things!

So Dark Mo, while keeping a wary eye on his grandfather, walked up to Morty and gave him both the P850 file and the C167 file.

Throughout this process, Grandpa made no unnecessary movements, simply watching calmly as Dark Little Mo handed the file to Morty.

His overly calm demeanor made Dark Mo wonder to himself if this could truly damage the relationship between Grandpa and Morty.

Perhaps this thing was placed here by Grandpa a long time ago?

But time was short. They had agreed with C137 to confront each other in Grandpa's, but because of that clown Rick thing, things had dragged on to hell.

If we drag this out any longer, who knows what might happen?

Morty glanced at the photo quickly, and like Dark Morty, he noticed many details about the P850 that were completely different from his grandfather's.

But... what does this prove?

Even if Grandpa's true identity is fake, what does that prove?

"Um...so you don't mind that this guy's identity is unknown at all?"

"I never thought he seemed like a decent person from the start..."

Morty looked at Dark Morty with the look of someone looking at an idiot, and the latter returned the look with the same gaze.

The former felt that it was perfectly normal for his grandfather's identity to be unknown; if he didn't have some secrets, it would be a disservice to his mysterious aura.

The latter felt that the former had surprisingly lost his vigilance at this crucial moment, and that the guy who had spent most of his time secretly pushing things forward...

Seeing that Morty remained unmoved, Dark Morty's eyes darted around, and from a very tricky angle, he pushed the atmosphere to an even higher level: "Do you really think he did all this just to get some McDonald's Sichuan hot sauce???"

"What the hell is McDonald's Sichuan hot sauce?! You think I'm some idiot Rick in front of me? All I do is eat hot sauce?! Fuck you!"

Grandpa could keep his composure even when he was being slandered as something else, but why did Dark Little Mo have to bring up Sichuan chili sauce of all things?!

Do I look like the kind of trash who eats Sichuan hot sauce?

C137, whose taste had been humiliated by his grandfather, roared at him in a fit of rage, and pulled out his energy pistol, clearly intending to fight.

"Trash? Fuck you! You piece of trash Rick who doesn't even have a number! How dare you call Xichuan Hot Sauce trash?! You're dead today! Do you understand?! You're already a dead man!!!"

Because he intervened and stopped the violent conflict between the two guys, they were about to start fighting again over a comment about Sichuan hot sauce.

Morty glared at Dark Morty, who was deliberately stirring up trouble, then released nanobots, which erected two not-so-thick walls to separate Grandpa and C137.

Before we figure out what happened!

Nobody should even think about starting a fight!

Looking at the nanobots that couldn't detach from his body, Morty felt an overwhelming longing for his former powers as the master of his mind.

Previously, with that ability, he could freely release energy from his body or give it two legs so it could wander around aimlessly.

Modern nanobots must connect with each other to survive in vitro for extended periods.

Jesus!

It's not useful at all!

After internally complaining that this ability was worse than before, Morty turned his attention back to the conflict between the two Ricks.

"Calm down! You two calm down! This isn't the time to argue about whether Xichuan chili sauce is good or not! You're both people of taste, refinement, and good manners; you wouldn't be so agitated!"

Morty yelled a few times, finally calming them down. He glared at Dark Morty and told him to get the guy out of his sight.

"You know that's impossible, right?" Dark Mo replied, while finding a seat in the audience and sitting down, completely in a state of watching the show.

Morty, who was truly at a loss with this guy, gestured for C137 to quiet down so he could talk to his grandfather and figure out what was really going on behind all this.

"My identity is obviously fake—fake Rick, fake family, fake parents, fake sister—but don't forget, the one who connects the other four people in this family isn't me, it's you."

"Don't interrupt. Why are you playing the family card with me right now? You know what I want to ask!"

"What are you asking? You're just as confused as they are now. What does it mean that you've found out I'm not a P850 Rick?"

Grandpa's question left Morty speechless, because deep down he felt that whether Grandpa was a P850 Rick or not didn't seem that important.

Anyway, this old scoundrel, when he sits at the card table, is the kind of guy who will never play an extra card unless absolutely necessary.

So...

"Let me speak for Morty! Please tell him why the Ry City Commando Team, which had been to Mirror City, was given a paid resurrection benefit after you and Suit Rick went to war?"

Dark Mo, who interrupted, didn't even flinch, continuing to add fuel to the fire for the three on stage.

As for whether or not they will cooperate with C137...

He couldn't be bothered!

If these three guys fight and one or two of them die, he'll make a fortune!

Chapter 598 It's me!

"is this real?"

When Dark Morty finally dropped the first piece of credible evidence, Morty felt a sharp pang in his heart, because he quite liked Rick when he let down his guard and talked about his daughter.

He still remembers the look of longing on Rick's face when he took out the photo of his daughter.

So naturally, he hadn't forgotten the shock and distress he felt when he went to the Ruicheng Commando to meet Rick, only to hear that Rick was already dead.

Although I didn't have a very close relationship with Rick.

But in this world, there are always some people you only meet once, yet you can never forget them.

result...

"Did his death have anything to do with you?"

Morty stared intently at his grandfather, not wanting to miss a single, subtle facial expression. He wanted to analyze every detail to discern the truth or falsehood in his words.

They were facing the imminent threat of attacking their grandfather.

Rick the clown, who had been lying on the ground watching the show, laughed and mocked his grandfather.

"Hahahaha! Old man! You see, those who manipulate people's hearts will one day be devoured by them, won't they?"

"Why won't you tell Morty the truth? Even I, who haven't seen you for decades, can tell that every word you say is a lie! You don't tell the truth at all, do you?"

"Morty, Morty, it must be so painful for you to be by his side! He's torturing you, using your pain to satisfy his pathological needs!"

"Do you know that there is a type of person in this world?"

"They themselves are miserable, like maggots in a sewer! They can't stand seeing others doing well! It's a truly twisted and morbid mentality!"

"That's more like a line for Dark Mo," Grandpa said calmly, then glanced at the guy sitting and watching the show, before readily admitting that he... hadn't done it.

Immediately before Morty could refute him, he remained calm and countered with, "Do I have any reason to eliminate them?"

"Just tell me, isn't that right!" Morty's approach to dealing with a master like Grandpa, who manipulates people's minds, is very simple and practical.

Yes! Or no!

All you need to do is give me a simple sentence!

No need for so many explanations!

There's no need for so many tests!

Give me an answer!

"no!"

"Okay! I believe you!"

Seeing that the trust between the two had been solidified so quickly after being challenged, the relaxed smile on Dark Mo's face finally disappeared.

"Geez! What the hell is their relationship?! It's so solid? Looks like I'll have to use force today!"

Dark Mo got up from his chair, intending to wait for C137 to make his move before going up to finish off the enemy. So he took a few steps back to find a suitable distance to escape and attack.

But it's clear that things haven't reached the point where a fight is about to break out.

Although Morty said he trusts his grandfather, the previous issues haven't been resolved yet. What exactly is going on between you and C137?

You two were just playing the role of happy riddle solvers, shouldn't you give me an explanation now?

"Well, it's almost time for me to explain this to you."

How could Grandpa's answer satisfy Morty? He trusted him, but wasn't it time to end this guessing game?

We can't keep guessing forever, can we?

"This world is far more cruel and cold-blooded than you imagine, Morty. It's better if you don't know that now."

"..."

"Fuck you! You old bastard!!!"

Grandpa's words, spoken in this manner, did not appease Morty; instead, they ignited Morty's anger.

However, he was still trying to restrain himself.

Because he still had to save Quinn, he absolutely wouldn't...fuck! I can't take it anymore!!!