Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Jerry: "Classic grandpa style..."

Jerry stepped forward, intending to pick up the thing directly, but was shocked by an electric shock. After letting out a yell, he realized that the broken axe was equipped with an anti-theft stun gun.

The next second, a pre-recorded video appeared, showing Grandpa sitting on a stool, drinking and talking to the camera.

"Well, well, well, whoever wants to pick up this axe must shout three times at a very, very loud voice that they are a weakling, otherwise this axe will never be picked up, because..."

"This is a planet with gravity 10 times higher than Earth's, so if you think you can fight your way out without a teleportation gun, you're just being delusional."

"The record for the greatest gravitational acceleration experienced by an average human is 31.25g. Those people outside are already accustomed to gravity 10 times stronger. Your only solution is to build a spaceship."

"Alright, keep it up!"

As the video disappeared from Jerry's sight, even someone as ignorant of physics as him knew that any value multiplied by 10 was an extremely terrifying existence.

And those people outside have already gotten used to 10 times the normal gravity?!

The fact that so many of their kind could thrive and multiply in this environment means that those guys outside...

Jerry, too afraid to think any further, knew he had to go and call Morty, because this matter had far exceeded his limits!

However, before realizing he was lost, Jerry didn't forget to shout "I'm a weakling" three times, pull out the pink girly fire axe from the ground, and show off the HelloKity pendant at the end of the axe.

"Geez! He's not being annoying, he's just genuinely uncomfortable?"

Chapter 606 Dark Mo is Severely Injured

"Hiss~ Everyone, today is the third day since the aliens landed on Planet Juju. That little one has been lying there for ten days without moving, but that larger alien, his effort is just... Waaah! Why are there such persistent men in this world? Hiss~"

After three days, Jerry finally managed to build a wooden house using his pink, girly fire axe. He roared to the sky.

"Motherfuck! You stinky Rick! See that?! I built a cabin!!! A damn cabin!!! See that?! This is the symbol of civilization!!!"

Then, a gentle breeze carrying a soft whisper blew by.

The wooden cabin, which Jerry had spent three days building and hadn't even had a solid foundation, collapsed with a thud, and a long, drawn-out 'loser~~~~' seemed to echo in the air.

"goddmn!!!"

Three days of hard work were blown away by a gust of wind. How could Jerry accept this result?

They felled trees themselves, found ropes themselves, painstakingly erected walls, and finally built a wooden house after countless hardships. But... it all collapsed in a single gust of wind!

At this moment, Jerry suffered an unprecedented blow.

That was a blow many times heavier than the cold shoulder given to him by Morty and Sangmi—the pain of having one's own creation ruthlessly crushed.

It hurts! It hurts so much!!!

This strong man, who spent three days building a wooden house under the watchful eyes of the Juju aliens, curled up on the ground looking aggrieved, as if the world had completely abandoned him.

This scene evoked sympathy from the residents of the planet.

It was at this moment that Morty, who had been lying on the ground for several days, finally got tired of it. He got up and looked around. Not seeing any trace of Jerry, he scratched his head helplessly.

I knew this guy wouldn't stay here, but he hasn't come back for three days. Where did he go?

It's about ten kilometers long and wide, which sounds huge, but for most normal people, all they need is a high enough place to overlook most of the area.

So Morty didn't know whether Jerry didn't want to come back or was just lost... It was definitely the latter! There was no such thing as him not wanting to come back; he was simply lost!

"Geez! How did I end up with such a jerk..."

Should we go save him?

"Fine, let's go!"

Morty couldn't just watch Jerry die like that, so he started looking for Jerry using the simplest method: he went directly to the highest point of the area.

But strange noises coming from all directions forced him to stop.

I looked up.

Fuck! So many alien enemies?!

Seeing the dense swarm of aliens on the energy shield, emitting all sorts of piercing noises at him, Morty had no choice but to quicken his pace to find Jerry.

Who knows if these guys have already torn a huge hole in this energy shield in just a few days?

As Morty quickened his pace.

The Juju aliens had just finished cheering and began discussing Morty's next move. After the initial excitement and the inability to break through the energy shield to make close contact with the two aliens, they were now much calmer than before.

What they are more concerned about now is what possibilities the two mysterious aliens who have appeared here will bring them.

Is it good?

Or is it bad?

Or perhaps they were just passersby who happened to be here?

No one knows the answer, but that doesn't stop them from facing this completely different new thing with the greatest enthusiasm for gossip.

Just as Morty was starting his search for Jerry...

After a day of rest, Grandpa finally recovered from his serious injuries, and he also began to feel that he absolutely had to bring Morty back.

As it turns out, when it comes to combat, no one around him except Morty is capable of taking on this heavy responsibility.

Jerry can avoid death, but he's too cowardly and has virtually no fighting ability.

Sang Meixin isn't tough enough, and she's vaguely developing into a motherly type, not to mention she's not good at fighting.

As for Beth, she is not weak at all, but the trigger point is Morty. She can only unleash her power when Morty encounters some danger.

So...

Grandpa is now also having a headache about how to repair his relationship with Morty.

He was very clear about the primary contradiction.

Morty always felt that he had been hiding too much from him, but the problem was that once he told Morty what he knew, the situation would become uncontrollable.

Therefore, this unsolvable problem can only be resolved by Morty having to compromise.

So, to get Morty to compromise, you must...

"Fuck!"

Grandpa, sitting on the sofa, was pondering how to mend his relationship with Morty when he saw a portal open two meters in front of him, and then Dark Morty, covered in blood, ran out of it.

Several energy bullets shot out from the other end of the portal, hitting the living room wall, but failed to penetrate it.

"Help me! A Rick has risen to power in Rui City!"

Grandpa: "What does this have to do with me..."

Seeing that his grandfather refused to help, Dark Mo didn't care anymore. He took out his teleportation gun and activated the self-destruct device on it.

At this point, Grandpa couldn't sit still any longer.

Is this thing about to activate the self-destruct device of the teleportation gun?

Other people's self-destruct devices might only cause a small-scale explosion, but for someone like Dark Mo, who constantly walks the line of danger, his destructive power...

That would not necessarily be a small-scale explosion.

Grandpa had no choice but to stand up, snatch the teleportation gun from the ground, and throw it into the other end of the portal. Then, instead of using his signature antimatter annihilation cannon, he took out a small, color-changing energy pistol specifically designed to smear other Ricks.

Several purple energy blasts shot towards the other side of the portal.

The opposing team, which had previously been silenced, immediately launched an even more ferocious attack. However, two seconds later, Grandpa heard a roar from the other side, followed by an explosion that was no less than 120 decibels.

Call ~

My judgment was indeed correct; this guy really did make the explosion of the teleportation gun as powerful as a tactical missile.

Wait until the portal disappears.

Grandpa then picked up Dark Mo from the ground and dragged him into the garage. During this process, the latter did not resist at all.

Only after he was trapped in the underground base's cell and collapsed heavily to the ground did he cough up blood and say in an extremely resentful tone, "That Rick, whether you like it or not, you will eventually stop him!"

"I don't think so, that's your business." Grandpa, who was concerned about Morty, couldn't be bothered with Dark Morty's mess.

I saw someone turn around and leave.

A hurried tone and a weak voice echoed in the underground base where only the two of them were.

"That Rick wants to unite all Ricks because he claims to have discovered a way to traverse a finite central curve!"

"That's right! Dark matter exists in all universes!"

"You either stop him or you'll have to wait for him to come knocking on your door!"

Chapter 607 Skinny Rick

A few days ago...

In a basement in Ruicheng, there was only one incandescent light on the ceiling in the center, which cast shadows over most of the faces of Rick and his friends who were sitting around a round table.

But under this white light, even the slightest change on the cheek would be exceptionally noticeable.

The Rick who sat with his back to the door and was the last to enter the basement was not the Rick from Rick City, but the attendees did not feel unfamiliar with him.

For the past month, this guy, who was much thinner than the other Ricks... nicknamed "Skinny Rick," had been outside Rick City, meeting with the leaders of various Rick factions.

The reason why this small group of Ricks, who have always kept their distance from Ruicheng, were willing to meet Skinny Rick in a basement in Ruicheng was certainly not because a group of people came to give him money on his wedding day.

Rather, his proposal was very tempting.

Skinny Rick, who had been sitting in a chair for ten seconds since entering the room, rested his elbows on the table and calmly surveyed the unruly Ricks who lived outside of Rick City.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Ruicheng Council is now completely wiped out, the Syndicate is in disarray, and a mascot-like little Morty sits in the position of Ruicheng President. So... you should all know why I called you here, right?"

“C137 doesn’t really manage this place anymore, leaving a little Morty here. Why don’t we take over?”

The calm tone made Rick nod hesitantly.

On their way here, they gathered information through various channels and figured out what Sloan wanted to do. But are you sure that if one day C137 suddenly turned around and wanted to take over this place, they could hold it?

Slim could see the hesitation in everyone's eyes. He knew he didn't have many bargaining chips, but isn't that the art of negotiation?

When the stronger party faces the weaker party, only you will abide by the rules I have set.