Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It's another space adventure, and another accident that destroys one-twentieth of a planet's landmass.

Just for this matter...

You, Morty, shouldn't you make it up to me?

"Alright, alright, aside from the money spent on buying the universe, I'll give you half of it, so you can directly book a hundred handsome guys."

With a grin, Morty unceremoniously gave Sangmei (100-X)/2 of the money.

This made Sangmei suddenly realize that her little brother wasn't so bad after all.

I never intended to ask for such an exorbitant amount.

If you can get some money to go to some club in the city, and slip four or five hundred dollars into the sphincter of a professional 'dancer,' that's enough to make you happy for a while.

Now we have so much money.

Wuhu! Take off!

Seeing Sangmi rolling around in excitement, Morty thought he should take advantage of the remaining time and use his spaceship to make some more money...

Because buying a universe isn't actually that cheap...

At that time, we might have to rely on Grandpa's influence to ask for a discount and choose an economical universe for Old Ke.

Sigh... If learning knowledge weren't so difficult, who would want to rely on their fists...?

Morty walked to his backyard and waved towards Old Ke's house.

Even though there was no one in their backyard.

But Morty knew that the vision of the Great Old Ones could not be blocked by a few pieces of wood and concrete.

Other people's eyes can see through many obstacles.

Sure enough, not long after he waved, Old Ke, just like Old Wang next door, quietly climbed over the wall and entered Morty's yard.

I clearly saw on the live stream that Morty brought back a considerable amount of precious metals.

But when Old Ke came over, he still asked, knowing the answer already, "Motty, did you sort out that matter?"

"Heh!" Morty glanced at Old Rick, but his attitude was still acceptable. After all, if it weren't for his request, he might not have even discovered that Rick in this universe was dead.

Rick's death left his family of four with a terrible legacy.

Especially this heritage...

It might be the prototype of the Mirror City.

However, Grandpa's direction was perhaps more specific, focusing on a particular region.

The original Rick, on the other hand, wanted to use this thing to manipulate everything in the entire universe.

Gathering her thoughts, Morty glared at Old Ke. "Of course, you saw the live stream, why are you pretending to be stupid?"

"We should pay attention to etiquette!" Old Ke said, pretending to be serious.

Too lazy to play games with this guy whose attitude had suddenly changed, Morty simply said that he could take all the precious metals outside.

Try to find that guy who sells the universe and buy it yourself.

What you need to do now is... come up with an enhancement plan for me!

Upon hearing this, Old Ke's face immediately fell.

He's using this Tai Chi technique, pulling and shoving here and there, just to try and buy time!

If I wait until Grandpa comes back, I won't have to take this risk.

Now look what's happened.

No wonder he has Sanchez's bloodline.

In less than twelve hours, they accomplished something that many people can't do in their entire lives!

And it was accomplished in an extremely unreasonable way!

Who the hell has ever seen a bank robbery where you can just decide things in the morning, do it at noon, and even pick up a treasure on your way home in the afternoon?

I'm just... numb...

"Then...Cthulhu! Where is my reward?"

"..."

Chapter 096 Half an Old One

"To concoct this potion, the first step is to need three grams of Awakening Grass. This doesn't exist in your world, does it? And we can't go back to the Cthulhu universe right now, so maybe..."

"Mr. Mission Accomplishment Expert, come out here! Determine the chemical composition! Prepare it on the spot!"

A tense potion-making process, at Morty's insistence, officially began.

Old K wasn't actually worried that Morty would suffer any incurable damage from using this potion made by his Great Old Ones.

After all, I'm considered a big shot in the Cthulhu universe to some extent.

When he was bored, he would spend tens of thousands of years studying things like potions, which are things that weak humans play with.

Although the technique wasn't godlike.

He's at least a master-level expert.

His only worry was what would happen if his grandfather came back.

Knowing that Morty has started using physical enhancements, will he treat Old K like a dried squid and eat him...?

The last dried squid incident was still fresh in his memory; he certainly didn't want his handsome tentacles to be dried up by his grandfather's machine...

So, Old Ke is stalling for time.

But the Mission Assurance Box is a complete bug.

Or rather, this thing is just too annoying!

Not only is there no limit to the number that can be summoned, but their intelligence stats can also be kept at the same level, making them incredibly well-coordinated when working together.

This is like hiring 500 recent graduates versus hiring 500 people who have worked in a certain industry for at least N years.

The quantity is the same, but the quality is worlds apart.

When it comes to conducting large-scale experiments, it's like having a cheat code.

The longer they exist, the more irritable they become, the more they want to disappear quickly, and their hand speed and thinking ability will increase dramatically.

Morty managed to gather all the ingredients for a potion in just half an hour.

Only the step of preparing the medicine remains.

"Old Ke, let's get started!"

Standing in front of the experimental table, looking at the various compounds and alternative herbal plants, Old Ke rubbed his temples in frustration.

If he doesn't get his medication now, Morty will definitely hate him and might even try to kill him.

Grandpa will definitely get justice for Morty if he knocks him unconscious or kills him.

If I prepare the medicine myself and my grandfather finds out, he might kill me.

Beset by wolves in front and tigers behind...

Ugh!

I should have known better than to participate in that reality show!

Otherwise, they wouldn't be in this predicament today.

Having come to this point, Old Ke, who had gradually resigned himself to his fate, stretched out his trembling hands, picked up a test tube, and prepared to add silicon dioxide into it.

When Morty saw that Old K had finally made his move, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, even though he had been putting on a show of strength.

As a little brat whose fighting ability is less than that of Old K's squid strips.

The only thing that could keep him in check was that he had a good grandfather.

Other...

For an Old One.

Billions of years have passed, enough time for him to witness the rise and fall of countless civilizations. His desires are few, and nothing in the mortal world can attract his attention.

I want someone like that to do my work.

Ants trying to shake a blue whale!

Fortunately, I managed to do it thanks to my grandfather's abilities.

Next, I just need to patiently wait for Old K to produce this potion for me, and then I can experience my first real enhancement.

From now on, I won't need a protective suit in outer space anymore! And what about flying?! My combat power is practically skyrocketing!

and many more...

What is the enhanced standard...?

Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn't mentioned the enhanced standard Morty from the beginning. He saw that Old K had already put a lot of precious materials into test tubes to begin refining.

He was momentarily speechless.

They're doing this, and you just say something like that, wouldn't that be...?

do not care!

It's always better to ask than not to ask!

“Um… Old K!” Morty stammered.

Old Ke, who was focused on his work, glanced at Morty with a disgruntled look, wondering what kind of trouble this guy was going to cause him this time.

"What are you doing?"

"So, to what extent has our potion been enhanced?"

What are you saying?

"Exactly! I forgot to ask about this physical enhancement potion! Just how much did it increase my physical strength?!"