Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Suddenly, it jumped in front of him and started fighting.

Moreover, it's the kind of duel where, once you die, you don't even have the chance to delete your account and start over!

So, given how outrageous the whole thing was, Morty naturally wouldn't let his grandfather off easily, and he kept criticizing him.

Finally, the two of them were crawling through an underground river.

Grandpa couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fuck! Morty! You piece of shit with your brain full of filth! One of the unspoken rules of the Cthulhu universe is that you can't utter their names!"

"I've told you about this before!"

"I already gave you a way out, but you, with a brain the size of a fly, kept babbling in my ear for ages. Do you really think you haven't done anything wrong at all?"

Morty: "I don't remember this thing?"

Upon hearing this, Morty tried to recall, only to find that he had no memory of this thing in his mind.

No, that's not right! I don't forget things that easily!

But Grandpa clearly didn't intend to give him more time to think.

While the two were drilling holes underground using a laser drill, they had already run forward about seven or eight kilometers.

Grandpa, feeling that he had reached a safe area, naturally didn't want to stay underground anymore.

So the two of them returned to the ground.

In the distance, a group of people with human faces but long horns on their heads, and all about the size of Schwarzenegger, spotted the grandfather and grandson.

They rushed over immediately.

Grandpa used an energy gun, one shot, one kill.

Morty, who had already developed a tacit understanding with Morty, took the opportunity to run forward.

Of course, he didn't intend to abandon his grandfather and run away.

Rather, in a world with an extremely advanced civilization, any person not equipped with combat gear would certainly have some common personal items on them.

Considering the importance of communication to every civilization.

Regardless of the type of civilization, once it enters the technological age, communication technology will inevitably develop accordingly.

So Morty ran to a corpse and, sure enough, found something that looked like a cell phone on it.

It was precisely this cylindrical shape that left him somewhat unsure how to use it.

But with Grandpa around, there's no need to worry about this!

After returning the items to his grandfather, Morty took the gun and continued killing the enemies who had been converted into followers of Cthulhu.

Meanwhile, the all-knowing grandfather took the cylinder and began to study it.

Morty, who was taking down enemies one by one, looked at his grandfather, who had a serious expression on his face, and sighed inwardly.

Honestly, if it weren't for his deliberate efforts to cultivate me...

He's responsible for using his brain and solving problems.

[I'm thinking of a way to change my adventures to eating, drinking, having fun, and traveling all over the universe. That would be such a wonderful life...]

After firing several shots and killing a few strong men, Morty, who was in a relatively good mood, was then met with a barrage of profanities from his grandfather, which ruined his mood.

"Morty! You're a creature worse than dog shit! How have I been teaching you all this time?"

"Alien things are different from us! They're different!"

"Just because you buy a pair of Warrior canvas shoes doesn't mean you can tell others that you're wearing Converse sneakers!"

"You didn't even check this broken thermos before handing it to me. Did you expect me to connect to the planet's network with a thermos?"

Morty: "..."

Seeing the bottle cap twisted open in Grandpa's hand, and the steaming warm water inside, Morty's face, which had been sprayed by Grandpa for half a year and was already battle-hardened, blushed for once.

After all, he's someone who's fought alongside his grandfather in countless battles around the world.

To make such a basic mistake at this crucial moment.

How embarrassing would that be if word got out...

"It seems that after this matter is over, we will still have to go back to Planet Grant IV in Universe 167C!"

The planet Grant IV that Grandpa mentioned.

This sent a chill down Morty's spine.

If we were to rate the horror of all the worlds he's visited in the last six months...

Therefore, this Planet Grant IV is undoubtedly the number one!

This planet is home to the most powerful warriors and assassins in the 167C universe.

To improve his fighting ability, Grandpa deliberately made an excuse to go over there to discuss business, and then kicked him to training.

Of course, Morty wouldn't object to improving his combat abilities.

But... what the hell is Grant IV?!

A dual tempering of soul and body!

Fighting on the battlefield by day, fighting in dreams by night.

Continuous, day and night, without stopping!

If it were just a series of continuous battles, Morty could just endure it.

Anyway, we confront all sorts of strange and unusual things head-on.

The problem is, this is a soldier training course...

There are also assassin training courses...

And to make matters worse, my grandfather enrolled me in an assassination prevention course...

Three hundred assassins approached him from every angle, every day.

So when Grandpa said that after going back, he would throw him to Grant IV, he immediately panicked!

Chapter 008 Eating the Miraculous Fruit

The situation is urgent, no matter how urgent it is.

But running away isn't something that can be accomplished by shouting a few times.

It still requires people to run forward step by step.

However, the Cthulhu family of four is no ordinary group.

Although in those stories, those who see them and those who hear their voices unsurprisingly go mad.

But what kind of person was Grandpa?

A scientific feast was served, directly classifying Cthulhu's non-physical attacks as mental attacks.

And this thing actually has a strength limit.

Otherwise, where would Cthulhu have his son and daughter...?

Isn't it because the mental attacks between the parents are so intense that the other party's body can completely withstand them, so it's practically the same as nothing?

So Grandpa's solution to those noise problems was actually quite simple.

A universal language translator that covers all hearing, plus a blocking function, solves all those sounds.

Well, if this sound is to follow a subtle energy path, then add another multi-frequency signal jammer to help Grandpa evade the Galactic Empire's pursuit, making it unable to find a target.

If it is found, then use the energy dissolver to solve the energy problem.

Physical attack...

This is the real reason why the grandfather and grandson ran away.

From 300 meters to 8,000 meters, their size increased many times over, and in a sense, their fighting power also increased many times over.

Fortunately, the absurd appearance of Cthulhu began to destroy the civilization on a planet.

As the chief steward of the galaxy, the Galactic Empire naturally wouldn't be absent.

Although the Fly People of the Galactic Empire seem kind of weak in the anime, their opponent is none other than Grandpa!

Even Rui City was built to escape the Galactic Empire and other enemies.

Therefore, the Fly Man's fighting power is actually extremely strong.

It's because the production team had limited funds that people felt the Galactic Empire was just a bunch of fly-like people plus a bunch of trashy forces that could send dozens of spaceships at once.

But to handle this unexpected situation, they can easily pull out...

Five hundred warships, each ten thousand kilometers long, were towed out at once.

Two hundred warships, each 100,000 kilometers long, were built in one go.

The sheer number of energy turrets, enough to trigger trypophobia, was as if they were free, firing countless energy cannons at Cthulhu and his companions.

The entire planet began to tremble under this extremely high-frequency bombardment!

And those incoherent words and ferocious appearances are almost useless to the Fly Man.

Because their technology has long since advanced to the stage of manipulating consciousness, how could they possibly ignore mental attacks?

For the Cthulhus, it seems that only physical combat remains as an option!

"Alright, they're here. Let's continue our search for the magical fruit!"

Grandpa finally found the communication device on a corpse. He looked up at the warships filling the sky, then looked down and ran in another direction.

Having already dealt with the Galactic Empire several times, Morty glanced at the massive warships painted in black and red.

His eyes were filled with envy.

Although none of these things are necessarily as powerful as Grandpa's old, broken-down boat.

But in the interstellar age, who isn't a believer in multiple turrets?