Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Ruicheng is still keeping an eye on us. We need to keep a low profile for a while, take a few risks, and then decide on our next move."

"Now, let's go pick up Jerry and Beth."

Grandpa finished speaking, and his tone was very serious.

Morty wisely refrained from saying anything further.

When Sangmei arrived, Grandpa opened the portal, and the three of them passed through it and returned to the world where their identities had been swapped.

In about a day, C167 has witnessed some dramatic changes...

Chapter 101 Dropping the Mission

"Support Jerry! Support Jerry! Support Jerry!"

"Women rise! Women rise! Women rise!"

"Being a good wife and mother is a right that men are given from birth! No one can change this fact! It cannot be changed!"

The streets of Lip City are in chaos, devoid of their former peace and tranquility.

The two sides, who once lived in harmony, are now facing off in the street, waving flags, shouting slogans, and glaring angrily at the opposing side.

All of this! It's all because of... arguing endlessly about whether the other person should have a legitimate economic role in society...

You make money! I'll just lie back!

I'll take care of being incredibly handsome!

You're in charge of earning money to support the family!

All of this is important to Moti, who has returned to this place.

Watching a group of men, their strong hands raised high, bearing the banner of loser Jerry, shouting his words at the enemy in support of his shared ideals and goals.

Just a few hours ago, spaceships battled spaceships, and all sorts of strange aliens unexpectedly discovered a shocking conspiracy that has reverberated throughout the universe.

This matter is even less interesting than before...

Damn... it's just a matter of who's responsible for earning money to support the family...

[Making such a fuss...]

Why bother? It's just about making money. If you're capable of making more, then make more. Why force everyone to go out on the street together?

[It's true what they say: when people are in a group, their IQ drops sharply. The ancients were right!]

To think that the people of this world could be so easily fooled by Jerry's eloquent speech, Morty can only say, "You guys must have so much free time..."

"Motty~"

"Forehead..."

Grandpa's slightly flippant tone made Morty's breath catch in his throat.

I'm coming.

Grandpa is trying to pass the buck to me.

Whenever he uses this tone, it definitely means there's something he needs to do.

If his grandfather was hinting that he should get involved with the Shadow Group, Morty would definitely agree without hesitation. But this matter...

forget it!

I, Morty, still have some influence in this multiverse!

If it's not a planet-destroying disaster, can you please not bother me?

Then...Sangmei! You go first!

Morty reached out and patted Sangmei on the shoulder, chuckling as he passed the heavy responsibility to her, adding that if she did a good job, he could put in a good word for her with her grandfather.

The grandfather, less than three meters away from the two, thought: "..."

Sangmei, who was less than three meters away from the two, thought, "..."

Looking at her grandfather who was so close, Sang Mei swallowed back the three times stronger profanity that was about to come out of her mouth.

It's not that she didn't want to swear in front of her grandfather.

Instead, Morty helped her make a good amount of money today.

This doesn't even include the settlement payment from Lao Ke. Just considering the gifts he received during his live streams, he's already a bona fide millionaire.

For the sake of this 'huge' income.

And then there's Morty's self-deceiving attempt to shift the blame.

Sangmei then took on the task.

It's just a matter of getting Jerry all hyped up!

I'll show that pure-blooded middle-aged loser, who's always spewing nonsense, provoking Grandpa, and trying to win over the family to his side and fight alongside him, what real trash talk is all about!

Seeing Sang Mei stride confidently toward the crowd.

Grandpa glanced sideways at Morty, who was chuckling.

"I've given you some easy tasks, but you don't want to do them, right?"

"Then you can run an errand for me."

"And let's also test just how strong your fighting ability really is now."

As Grandpa spoke, he opened a portal for Morty, but before Morty could step in, he stopped him and added a sentence.

"Remember, I won't help you this time. If you die, you'll have to figure out how to rebuild your body yourself."

Morty: "Uh...?"

Upon hearing that his physical body was at risk of destruction, Morty immediately guessed that there must be some danger waiting for him behind the portal.

This means that this so-called 'errand running' is not a simple errand running.

It could be a battle.

However, having obtained half of the Old Ones, he wanted to see just how strong he really was now.

"Then I'll go... Hey!!!"

"Grandpa!!! Couldn't you have told me beforehand what was behind the portal?!"

Morty took a graceful little step into the portal, but his feet were not quite touching the ground, and before he could stop, he fell right in.

A height of three meters is neither particularly high nor particularly low.

As long as the landing posture is correct, most people can withstand this height.

Morty certainly wouldn't get injured on the spot!

Why are you all staring at me like that...?

Morty, mimicking a superhero and landing on one knee, rubs his aching right knee while giving a sheepish smile to the fly-men around him.

I was just about to tell them that I had gone to the wrong place.

"Hi..."

One of the fly-like figures lunged forward, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Morty originally planned to teleport through the portal to the other side and then spend some time figuring out what skills he had.

But right from the start, there was a swarm of flies.

Let's not say anything more.

Enter the world of black and white lines!

With a thought, everything in the normal world before Morty's eyes slowed down by N times in an instant. The seven colors began to disappear, and white and black lines filled everything in his field of vision.

"Phew... thank goodness I reacted quickly..."

Morty muttered something, then stopped wasting time, because he still hadn't figured out how to attack.

All he knew was that in the world of black and white lines, he could directly transform his 'body' into the shape of any object he touched.

So first, I'll encounter a fly-like person and then figure out how to attack.

After copying someone, Morty tentatively threw two punches forward, but the fly-man who was punched didn't even bother to show a pained expression.

This made Morty very upset.

Since his strength hadn't increased for long, he had no choice but to abandon the C137-style approach of engaging in close-quarters combat and relentlessly slapping others in the face.

Considering the special characteristics of the Great Old Ones.

Morty stood there, closed his eyes, and began to use his willpower to try to break through the limitations of his brain and leave this body.

This attempt...

The mind, freed from the constraints of the physical body, is like a vacuum cleaner turned on.

Morty saw a massive amount of information rushing towards him in a visual format, like a tidal wave.

The series of subjective memories overwhelmed Morty, making him feel like a single-core computer struggling to keep up with the massive computational demands.

What frustrated him even more was...

These things not only won't stop, but they also won't increase his strength, nor will they allow him to launch an attack!

What kind of weird ability is this?!

At this moment, Old Ke on Earth had just hung up the phone with the businessman. Sensing something, he looked up at the sky and pondered for a few seconds.

He and Kasogsa reverted to their original forms and entered the universe, moving at high speed towards Morty.

"How could there be two unfused souls inside his body?"

Chapter 102 Observation

How can there be two souls in one body?

"I don't know. Asking me this kind of question is like asking a pointless question."