Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I can't take it anymore!"

"A patrol team passes by us every two minutes!!!"

"Can you hurry up!"

Morty: "..."

Morty, who couldn't even concentrate on his mobile game, glanced at his flustered sister before returning his attention to his phone.

She's still just a teenage girl.

Although she often inquires about family history with herself, she is still young and has room for growth; she remains quite naive.

Unlike myself...

I suddenly remembered the first time I did something like this with my grandfather.

Morty felt a lump in his throat, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

The first time he played a Berserker stealth game with his grandfather was in some absurd story about a hero fighting seven dragons...

The grandfather and grandson finally managed to drill a hole in the city wall and, like two little mice, slipped into the big castle.

The array of seven evil dragons...

Grandpa fled in panic, while she herself was burned to the ground by seven dragon flames, leaving her only in her underwear!

【well!】

After letting out a sigh, Morty continued playing the game.

An hour later, viewers around the world ordered takeout and waited for the delivery guy to arrive while they watched the live stream.

The spaceship has finally melted through the armor!

A thickness of twenty meters is enough to accommodate hundreds of sensors.

The spaceship's AI, with its terrifying computing power, managed to take down the armor while bypassing all the sensors.

We were finally able to enter the trade center.

Sangmei, who was already feeling anxious, pressed a button on the spaceship's control panel, put on a spacesuit, opened the door, and floated towards the inner passage.

Morty, who was moving things, saw that this guy had slipped away so quickly. He narrowed his eyes and decided to give the most dangerous job to Sammy.

Otherwise, this jerk of a sister will act like she's on a spring outing!

I do all the hard and tiring work myself.

She would hold up a tripod and ramble on and on into her phone, spouting a whole bunch of nonsense.

That's wishful thinking!

Chapter 087 Dream

"Motty, are you sure there's absolutely no danger in doing this?"

"I can already feel my voice echoing."

"What kind of wall makes your voice echo?!"

Standing next to a wall with a glass-like appearance, Sangmei held a small handheld drill in both hands and looked at Morty with a nervous expression.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this job is risk-free for you!"

"Just focus on drilling, clear your mind, and don't think about so many things."

Morty, holding a selfie stick, spoke with great confidence, but in reality, he was a little panicked because of the most dangerous thing he had just thought of.

In other words, the two of them grabbed these items, left Sangmei behind to cover their retreat, and boarded the spaceship first.

But this wall...

However, this was the first obstacle they faced in entering the Azure Hand Bank.

The mission-fulfilling kit and the analysis conclusions from the spacecraft's AI were also included.

Once this wall is damaged, it releases a special hallucinogenic neurotransmitter gas, which puts intruders into a hallucinatory state of 'memory' in a very short time.

This means that it took the two of them an hour to travel through the pipes that were spread throughout the entire trade center to the hidden underground entrance of the Soute Bank.

Before he could even eat his main meal, this glass wall became an incredibly dangerous one for Morty.

Only someone like Sangmei, whose daily life is usually quite dull and boring, can handle this.

Or... Jerry!

Considering how out of control he could become once he entered a hallucinatory state, Morty had no choice but to entrust this task to Sammy.

After all, her dearest older sister was a fierce woman who had personally experienced hundreds of kinds of leaves at the amusement park last time.

As the person with the highest resistance to illusions in the family, Sangmei's body and nerves have developed extremely high thresholds from repeated use of flying leaves.

If she had taken just one more step forward, a great alchemist would have been born into her family...

Morty glanced at the time and urged, "Alright, Sangmei, hurry up and get to work, or your hundred handsome men will leave you!"

"There are tons of handsome guys online right now, please sponsor them!"

Sang Mei: "You make it sound so nice! But you're too scared to even crawl through a wall! There's definitely something fishy going on here!"

Morty: "Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense! If we keep dragging this out, we'll have to fight the Fly Men!"

Urged on by Morty and the entire online audience, Sammy reluctantly pulled the trigger on the drilling rig.

As the silver spiral drill bit made the first crack in the wall, a stream of pink gas leaked out from the crack.

The two people, who were not wearing any gas protection devices, inhaled the gas directly into their lungs.

Those hallucinogenic molecules seep from the lungs into the heart, and then spread throughout the body and brain via blood vessels, eventually completely enveloping neurons.

Viewers watching the live stream were blown away by the siblings' antics, exclaiming how awesome they were.

So you guys spent most of the day analyzing things with that little blue guy in front of that wall...

I just want to analyze this wall. Did it kill you all at once, or is it just a temporary hallucinogenic effect?

Are you fucking kidding me?

We're begging you two...

It's not easy to have a live broadcast that's causing a worldwide sensation. As the only two main characters, can't you two be a little more considerate?

If you don't have money to buy gas masks, we'll crowdfund to buy them for you both!

Is it really necessary to be so stingy?

Morty, who was further away from the wall, suddenly shouted, "Sammy! Don't stop! Keep going in! Don't forget what Mr. Mission Accomplished said!"

Sangmei, who was about to stop, heard a voice behind her and turned around in a daze.

The previously clear field of vision has been restricted.

Morty, who was originally standing ten meters behind him, seemed to be getting further and further away. His shouts echoed, becoming erratic and gradually decreasing in volume.

In a daze, Sangmei heard the sound of a piano and violin playing together.

The middle and low frequencies kept repeating.

Sangmei felt that time was rushing by in front of her.

The young girl's hands, full of collagen, are aging at a visible rate, and she feels she can already see her future.

I met a man whose face I couldn't see.

The two went from sitting face to face, to sitting side by side, and finally to embracing each other tightly.

Joy, anger, and sorrow are emotions that exist almost eternally for humankind, until the end of life.

It allowed her to witness the birth of her own child, the baby crying loudly, which meant she had become a mother like Beth.

The pressure from having children forced the usually smiling man to take on a second job. His once shaved-back slicked-back hair was gone, and the little surprises he used to bring home for himself became toys for his children.

On his first day of school, standing at the door of my house, watching him board the school bus, I couldn't help but worry that on his first day of school, he might meet a few people who would become lifelong friends, just like I did back then, or he might be bullied by those hooligans.

The first time I drove him to university, on the way there, I was struck by how quickly more than a decade had passed. Not only had my husband, who was driving, aged, but he also had thick dark circles under his eyes. Even I, in the mirror, was no longer beautiful.

The 100% return rate that used to be a given has now been reduced to only a few men with unusual tastes who make her feel like she's still attractive.

Time flies by, and it's time for the child's wedding banquet.

A man nearing sixty...

My parents passed away a few years ago, and my child is about to start a family. I wonder how my brother Morty is doing now.

It seems that Grandpa Rick never came back.

After the wedding banquet ended and everyone dispersed, her husband, who had vowed to protect her for life, developed lung cancer due to years of smoking.

Sitting beside his hospital bed, looking at his increasingly gaunt face and his continued struggle to hold on...

After two years of perseverance, the strong man finally gave up.

At the funeral, which was drizzling.

People dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, prepared to bury the black coffin in the ground.

Sigh, he's gone after all...

I wonder how Morty is doing, whom I haven't been in touch with for years...

[Motty? Motty! Motty!!!]

As if waking from a nightmare, the funeral before Sang Mei vanished without a trace in an instant, like smoke blown away by a strong wind.

Before the next round of 'memories' arrived, she saw Morty not far from her, his eyes wide open, veins bulging on his neck and temples, and constantly roaring, clearly in a state of torment.

"Sang! Sangmei! Drill quickly!!!"

Chapter 088 Entering the Interior

Why, knowing that drilling through this wall would trap both of them in hallucinogenic drugs and pose a significant risk of triggering mechanical alarms, would they still insist on attempting to breach the wall without wearing atomic-level gas masks?

Morty knew that Sammy and the live stream viewers must think that what he was doing was somewhat idiotic.