Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

His life was drawing ever closer to the grave.

Until it's all over.

"Ugh..."

So where is the P850?

Morty had just sighed when someone suddenly asked a question.

"No way... Damn it! You tricked me??? I was almost moved to tears! You tricked me???"

Once he realized what was happening, Morty immediately glared at C137.

C137, feeling no pressure whatsoever from being stared at like that, retorted in a lighthearted tone, "Have you ever seen a Rick with such rich emotions?"

"Fuck!" Morty cursed. "Open the door! I want to go back!"

C137 shrugged, took out a teleportation gun with his right hand, and opened a portal in front of Morty. "Let's go. Remember to tell him that when he causes trouble in Ruicheng, he should make a big scene."

He had originally intended to throw something over to see which world's Morty was on the other side of the portal, but after hearing C137's words, he confidently walked into the portal.

After passing through the portal and returning to the restaurant he had been in before, Morty saw the great demon he had met before, covering his face with one hand and splashing water on his face with the other.

Of course, profanity is also indispensable.

"What are you two idiots thinking?!"

"Whoever started this should step forward and be done with it! Would I dare kill Rick's daughter or granddaughter???"

"You two are just attacking me back and forth to shirk responsibility, what's the point!"

"Fuck! jesus! fuck! fucking!"

Morty: "What are you doing..."

Upon hearing Morty's voice and realizing he had returned, the mother and daughter rushed over and hugged him tightly.

There was no joy of sudden departure and subsequent reunion.

All they do is shift blame and shirk responsibility.

"Morty! Hurry! Help me prove that I didn't use the pepper spray Grandpa gave me on this big devil!"

"Motty, it was Sammy who sprayed first! After she sprayed, she just threw the pepper spray at me!"

Chapter 083 There's still some time.

Five minutes later.

The already red-faced demon Stein sat before the three men, his skin now ten times redder than before.

Its enormous body can sit on three wooden chairs at the same time.

Beth and Sammy, looking embarrassed, lowered their heads, their eyes fixed on the paper cups in their hands, not daring to look at Stein.

Morty, who was pushed forward to negotiate with Stein, looked at the other man's face, which was several times redder than a monkey's bottom, and the laughter inside him almost made his intestines bulge out.

This is just so damn absurd.

When did our old Rick family ever get scared by a demon?

How are the Ke family, who live next door to us, supposed to feel about this?

So Cthulhu is actually more handsome than the devil?

After finally suppressing his laughter, Morty first apologized to Stein on behalf of the two idiots, since Stein was Grandpa's friend...

That's right!

Even Morty thought it was just some demon that Grandpa had bullied to death.

But it turns out that he/she is Grandpa's friend!

Although Grandpa hasn't confirmed this yet, let's take our Rick's Faraway Universe as an example. Would you dare say you're friends with Rick?

It is itself an act of great courage.

Everyone knows Rick has gotten into countless troubles and has enemies everywhere.

According to the Western fantasy power system, if you don't have the strength of a super mage, and you dare to say that you are friends with Rick, then at least dozens of mages will come to cause you trouble tomorrow.

So Stein was indeed a tough guy.

Aside from getting pepper spray smeared on his face and swearing for about half an hour...

The basic image is still there.

"Rick is currently with me because he's a soul now. If he were to travel to other universes before he can reconstruct his physical body, he would easily die on the spot."

Stein skipped over what had just happened, and Morty also turned his attention back to his grandfather.

Hearing this rather reasonable explanation...

Morty thinks this is most likely true.

After all, he and his grandfather had been to a magical planet where no technology could be used, and if they wanted to manipulate any element, they would have to use a combination of a wand and a spell.

This made Morty understand why some people who travel to the world of cultivation don't use technology.

It's not that the technology isn't advanced enough, but rather that if the world's electricity required the manipulation of spiritual energy, then even if a power plant were built, it would still need a Qi Refining stage cultivator wearing a red safety helmet to transmit the electricity using spiritual energy...

"So when does he plan to reconstruct his physical body?"

Morty asked a crucial question: he needed the exact time of his grandfather's return. Otherwise, without such a powerful figure around, and not being in his original world, he was quite anxious, okay?

"It's almost finished. Because of some complex modifications, it will take more time. I'm here specifically to send you back to your original world."

Having said that, Morty didn't bother asking any more questions; all he wanted to do now was go back.

This damn world is driving him crazy.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and would beat Jerry up!

In particular, this series of events, when connected, revealed to Morty a truth that greatly diminished his sense of security.

Outside the limited central curve built by C137, there are some incredibly troublesome Ricks. The fact that one Rick has not been caught for decades is enough to prove that some Ricks are terrifyingly bad!

It's incredible that he managed to escape C137's pursuit for so long when his physical strength and willpower were at their peak!

And then there's the idea of ​​time travel...

C137 hesitated to act when faced with a small plan to turn back the time of a universe by several decades.

Even if I occasionally play the time reversal game, it's just for a short while.

This made Morty lose his optimism.

Because he is still young and has a long life journey ahead of him, he doesn't want his universe to suddenly explode one day, and him to die without knowing why.

Morty, whose thirst for power had intensified once again, ran straight to the portal after Stain opened it.

Back home, seeing the mark on the door, he went to his bedroom, took out Morty from the Mission Accomplishment Box 2.0, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that I have the tools, and Grandpa won't be back for a while, maybe three or four days, I can take this opportunity to tinker with some 'small inventions'.

Morty, carrying the box and the Book of Ibon, emerged from the bedroom and reached the first floor, only to find the portal already closed.

Only Sangmei stood outside the door, looking somewhat lost.

"Sangmei, hasn't Mom come back?" Morty asked with some delight.

Sangmei shook her head, her expression somewhat sad, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion, like a teenage girl who had suddenly lost both parents, facing the reality of life ahead, the youthful vigor that had always protected her was slowly shedding itself like a cicada cocoon.

Great! I have at least three days before they get back!!!

Knowing that Sammy, Grandpa, and Jerry would all come back, Morty took the book and the box and went straight to Old K's house next door.

No matter how powerful the Book of Ebony is, it cannot possibly contain all the knowledge of the Cthulhu universe. If one wants to gain greater power, one will inevitably need Cthulhu's help.

However, he didn't want to completely adopt the Cthulhu power system, because the methods to break through Cthulhu's power were actually too simple...

If it's indescribable and immeasurable, and simply categorized as having an attack power of XXXX, then it's essentially doomed...

This involves the elemental science of the multiverse.

As we all know, not every universe contains all the elements.

Some universes have electricity, magnetism, and nuclear energy, while others only have fire, water, and ice elements. Even more extreme are those that use spiritual energy, a high-level element, to control 'low-level' elements like wind, fire, thunder, and lightning.

This means that Morty came to Old K not to find out how to become an immortal monster with him for billions of years, but to ask for physical enhancement abilities.

He learned the cocoon-making technology from the AI ​​Kerry, and he also had a book called the Book of Ibon that he frequently consulted. With the help of a group of highly intelligent and mission-driven individuals, he refused to believe that he couldn't improve his combat power in three days!

As Morty, brimming with confidence and self-importance, arrived at Old Ke's house, he heard Chinese coming from inside...

Looking through the glass of their dining room, I saw Old Ke and his wife, one a smirking uncle and the other a smirking aunt, watching some cheesy, poorly made Chinese drama...

If the director of this TV series knew that his show was not only watched overseas, but also by two Great Old Ones from the Cthulhu universe, would he perhaps build a full-body statue of Cthulhu on his ancestral grave...?

The old ancestor exclaimed, "This is truly filial piety that has driven me to my wits' end!"

Chapter 084 The Great Cosmic Heist

"Physical enhancement? Are you sure Rick won't beat you to death if you do that?"

"Help you? I'll help you hasten my own death?"

"Go to hell with your grandfather (not your maternal grandfather)! You're his grandson, and he won't kill you for making a small mistake, but I'll be the one to take the blame!"

After Morty interrupted his binge-watching time and then suggested that he wanted to enhance his physical body, Old K, who was already a little annoyed, became somewhat scared.

He worried that if his grandfather found out about this, he might tie him up, hang him up, beat him severely, or even kill him.

A descendant of the prestigious Sanchez family, instead of pursuing technological enhancements, chooses physical enhancements?

That's a crooked and evil way!

Why do we have to resort to slapping someone in the face to solve problems instead of using technology?

Do you think you're that berserker from C137 who's skilled in both magic and martial arts?

They use their fists because they're incredibly strong, okay?

Although Grandpa never said such things, Old Cthulhu didn't dare take the risk. He had discovered countless cultures and arts in this world that were different from the Cthulhu world.