Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This...you're watching this?!

Why haven't I seen such a dull channel before?

Morty stood by the sofa and waited patiently for a while. When his patience wore thin, he picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Hey! Why did you turn it off?!"

Old Ke looked annoyed, just as Morty looked annoyed.

Yes, Morty wins.

After all, the other owner of this house is my maternal grandfather.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"Speak! What is it? Hurry up and finish your question, don't keep me from watching TV."

Morty, who couldn't appreciate the show at all, raised the two brooms in his hands higher so that Old Ke could see them more clearly.

Seeing these two things, Old Ke rolled his eyes, his expression saying, "You're going to interrupt my studies over something so trivial?"

"Speak quickly! Or I'll smash the TV! Then you won't be able to see those TV channels anymore!"

Threatened like that, Old Ke curled his lip and began to tell Morty everything he should and shouldn't have said.

After he finished, he thoughtfully used his tentacles to send the petrified Morty back to the garage.

They also hung a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door.

But a few minutes later, Morty burst out of the garage, holding an oversized energy gun. His menacing appearance terrified Old K, who screamed on the spot.

"Fuck! Morty! What's going on! Don't use the gun! No, no, no! Calm down!!!"

"Damn it! You think I... you're... Jesus now too!"

"Help!!! Morty's going to kill someone!!!"

The two engaged in a chase in the living room until Sangmei, who had just gone up to the second floor, heard the commotion downstairs and rushed over.

He forcibly grabbed Morty, which allowed Old K to escape.

"Motty! Motty! What's going on?!"

"Let go! I don't want to hurt you! I'm going to kill that octopus-faced guy!"

"No! Rick and Mom and Dad aren't home right now. You've already done something terrible today, and I can't let you do anything worse! Tell me! What exactly happened!"

"Him! That utterly irresponsible octopus-faced guy! He didn't even tell me the importance of form shaping!!!"

Chapter 098 A Portable Backpack Can't Do It

"A broom"

"The simplest structure consists of only three parts: the handle, the bristles, and the broom head."

"More modern models will include features such as a hook-and-loop anti-slip handle, friction grip, broom clips, thickened stainless steel rod, and denser broom bristles..."

“Jesus! Sammy! Do you believe that if you keep reading, I’ll rip your soul out of your physical body and stuff it into a teddy bear!”

"Haha...Sorry, Morty! You're just too funny right now!!! Pfft!!! I couldn't help it!"

Inside the living room.

Sangmei laughed so hard she rolled on the ground, tears streaming down her face – a testament to her overwhelming joy.

However, this is really not Sang Mei's fault.

Because Morty's current form is a broom...

A broom...

broom...

A broom with a human face on its handle...

In order to explain to Sammy why he was so angry, Morty immediately reverted to his normal human form after seeing that Sammy was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

Then, without saying a word, he went upstairs looking sullen.

Back in his bedroom, Morty's anger gradually subsided.

Because his anger just now was just an act.

The purpose was to quickly send Lao Ke home so that he wouldn't have any time to think.

After all... in the end, beings like the Great Old Ones can simply create any shell they want.

The octopus-face shape of Old Ke was created so that believers could easily worship him.

Now he's created a handsome middle-aged man persona for himself.

The real reason Morty kicked people out was...

Old Ke, who was focused on the educational TV station the whole time, didn't even notice that a sexy auntie was standing in the backyard just now.

Yes, it's my nominal mother-in-law—Kasogesa.

The couple had a fight...

Just don't cause trouble here!

According to the unspoken rules of the fraternity, Morty could have proactively told Old K so that he would be mentally prepared when he got home.

But at this crucial moment when his combat power was being improved, this guy went to watch TV, and it turned out to be a restricted-rated TV channel.

I won't get my revenge myself.

What kind of big deal is that!

Hearing what sounded like a woman yelling and cursing from next door, Morty whistled as he walked to his desk, took out the Mission Accomplishment Kit, and placed it on the table.

Old K's potion, while only providing a limited boost to his physical combat abilities, reduced his chances of death by at least 50%.

So, in order to deal with potential risks in the future.

I need to find a way to improve my physical combat capabilities.

However, before that...

He absolutely had to get his personal storage space out of there!

I am a transmigrator, after all. How can I not have a personal space with me after transmigrating? This is ridiculous!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Which protagonist would be so embarrassing as to carry a huge backpack and drag a suitcase when going on adventures or teaming up with others?

Aren't they all following Grandpa's style?

Wear a signature outfit that's not really suitable for combat, but will definitely boost your style.

Head held high, walk with a dignified gait, hands always behind back, absolutely no consideration for a combat defensive posture.

No matter whether the enemy attacks from the front, back, or side.

You must remain calm in a crisis.

You must be able to complete a full combo without messing up your hairstyle.

Make sure your clothes don't get messed up after you kill the elite monster.

In short, a guy who goes to fight a boss with his hands in his pockets will make even the boss think that this seemingly unremarkable guy is not to be trifled with.

Conversely, if you're carrying large bags and small packages...

Even the little monsters on the street dare to spit in your face...

In order to be more like the protagonist in a certain sense, Morty decided to create a portable space.

But how do I do it?

"Mission Accomplished, Mr."

Ten minutes later...

Seven or eight blue-clad men, each with a cigarette in hand, thick tufts of beard growing on their chins and above their lips, their weary eyes filled with a sigh for the vicissitudes of life...

Morty, sitting on a stack of draft paper, was dumbfounded as the little blue man standing next to the blackboard roared at him.

"According to the laws of N=kk*mmmm-jjmx-xma, you bastard who summoned us out here and dumped a multiverse-level problem on us! You better listen to me!"

"An explanation that even someone with your pig brain could understand!"

"No two universes can be composed of elements exactly the same as those in another world!!!"

"The only solution is to upgrade the dark matter network, which spans all of the universe and acts as a grid, from communication to the transmission of matter and even souls. Only then can this problem be solved!"

Faced with a problem that you simply cannot solve.

The little blue man was really angry.

They believe that Mr. Mission Accomplishment is only suited to doing simple tasks.

In the previous 1.0 version, they only needed to do simple tasks such as moving things, unscrewing bottle caps, mopping the floor, and washing dishes.

But Morty upgraded them to version 2.0.

They were promoted from manual laborers to skilled manual laborers.

You can do some academic research that isn't too difficult.

But this doesn't mean they can create a new technology!

That damned Morty actually dared to pose such a cosmic-level question to them about creating personal space?!

You know, if you create a personal space in Universe A, no matter what method you use, it will inevitably involve energy science and spatial science!

What is space?

Is it a box made of two cardboard pieces?

fart!

I had no idea!

If I were in that situation, I would have made it for you!