Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Damn it! I really don't know why I married you in the first place!"

"Cthulhu...!!! I think you're asking for a beating!!!"

Near a quiet asteroid belt in the starry sky, thousands of warships of various sizes are forming assault formations under the control of the fleet commander and the matrix AI.

Their uniform black paint job proves that they belong to the same faction.

The gun turrets scattered throughout the ship, as well as the joints between the modular components, bear scratches left from emergency modifications, indicating that the situation was extremely urgent when they took on a certain mission.

However, it was rather strange that the assault formation had been assembled but had not yet set off.

Old Ke and his wife Kasogesa had just arrived in this place.

That's when I noticed this detail.

Using another view mode, following the intense energy fluctuations, Morty was naturally spotted on a certain warship.

"What...is he doing?" Kasogesa asked, somewhat puzzled.

Old Ke rolled his eyes at his wife.

What is Morty doing?

Of course, it's about looking at other people's memories!

You call yourself an Old One? You haven't used this little skill for billions of years, you've probably completely forgotten it by now, right?

tui!

After mentally cursing that stupid old woman a few times...

Old Ke turned his attention back to Morty.

Simple memory reading couldn't attract his attention at all; what truly drew his attention was the soul fluctuation that had traveled tens of millions of light-years.

soul!

What seems to an ordinary person to be the simplest thing is actually the most complex thing!

If we were to rank the most complex things in the entire universe, the soul, like time, would be the most dazzling jewel in a crown.

Even with Old Ke's own abilities, he wasn't entirely confident about what kind of tricks he could pull off with the soul.

But Morty is one body with two souls!

The more Kelvin, hidden in the dark starry sky, focused his attention, the clearer he could see the details of Morty's soul.

The more he looked, the more he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart how awesome Morty's soul was.

The consciousness of the other soul is gone, but it has not fully merged into the current soul.

To use an inappropriate example as an analogy.

That's the shape of this soul, like a person doing a split.

The two legs below its head point to opposite sides, one to the left and the other to the right, with no intention of merging together.

[I really don't believe it if Rick hadn't gotten involved...]

[As expected of the strongest contender in the history of reality TV, his ability is truly undeniable!]

Grandpa, who was inexplicably given the title of 'Soul Master', was currently taking a break in a bar.

As a Rick who is not only not as strong as C137, but can only be considered a first-class rather than a super-first-class in Ruicheng, Grandpa knows his own limitations.

In order not to ruin his glorious image in front of Morty.

Grandpa sometimes needs to carry Morty on his back to get some extra lessons and improve himself.

Even when Jerry and Sangmi were arguing on TV, he had to keep an eye on them to prevent them from going too far.

And then there's that seemingly awesome Mirror City.

That was also created by copying the prototype of the C167.

After all, innovation has always been far more difficult than plagiarism, a fact known to all.

Morty's fighting power has increased dramatically, especially his almost mystical luck, which has rekindled the flame of hope that had been extinguished in Grandpa's heart for several years.

Back then, the Shadow Group intervened and destroyed its own P850 universe.

When he returned to that universe as a young man, everything was gone. He cried and vowed to find the culprits and make them suffer for billions of years for the destruction of this universe!

After decades of pursuit, he only obtained a name and a pawn who was suspected of being pushed out to his death.

There are just too many universes... almost infinite, it's impossible to search them all one by one...

Watching Sangmei and Jerry arguing fiercely on the TV screen, a hint of hostility appeared on Grandpa's face. He shook the glass in his hand, watching two ice cubes clink together in the whiskey.

After licking his lips, Grandpa made a decision in his heart.

Once this matter is over, he will let Morty give it a try and see if Morty's luck is enough to hold onto the Shadow Group.

He was willing to pay any price for revenge.

Even if his Morty was sent by the Shadow Organization...

That's right! Grandpa knew that after what happened last time, he would never trust anyone again. So he always kept a secret from Morty and everyone around him, for fear that he would die without knowing why.

But if you can glimpse the truth before you die.

It seems worthwhile.

Sigh, what should I do next...?

I really don't know who started this, but now everyone thinks I'm a master of layering, using one trick after another...

I'm really not that scheming; I'm just trying to protect myself from you all...

No, I need to find some time to take them to see JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. I need to show them what Dihua (a term referring to a specific type of Chinese society) is all about...

[If this keeps up, even drinking water will become a meaningful activity for me...]

I don't know if the term "thousand-layer cake" was something Morty kept imagining and used the projection effect to make everyone see through that filter.

He finished the last sip of his drink, tossed a piece of gold on the table, and left the bar amidst the waiter's ecstatic gaze.

We arrived at the back alley.

Grandpa, who wanted to relieve himself, had just taken out the Gustav cannon when he heard a voice behind him.

"Jesus! You really don't care about cleanliness at all, choosing such a place?"

Grandpa turned around with a look of disgust, and when he saw that it was C137, he retorted sarcastically without any politeness, "Yeah, you even have to find a place with birds singing and flowers blooming, facing a picturesque canyon and river, and sit on your golden toilet. You're really something!"

"If you're so noble, why don't you learn from Warhammer 40K and become Rick the Emperor?"

"Fuck! Why are you talking so aggressively?" C137 cursed angrily, then added, "I'm not here to cause you trouble this time. I've reviewed some records from Ruicheng and found that you reported on the Shadow Group during your time with the Star Alliance, so all of this... is true?"

"It's all fake, nothing in this world is real."

Grandpa said something meaningful, then turned his back to C137 and activated his Gustav cannon.

"You think I don't know this is all fake...?"

"Something that can never be found... Huh? Huh?!!"

Chapter 103 The Joy of Becoming a Soul

Human imagination may be limitless, but the capacity of memory is finite. You can record hundreds of terabytes of information, but it will be covered up layer by layer.

The old things are completely covered by the new things.

Unless something unexpected happens, these memories piled up at the bottom are just like data waiting to be destroyed.

Morty, who was constantly absorbing memories, was simply unable to process such a massive amount of information. In the fifth minute, through various attempts, he began to slow down the absorption rate.

But it was already thirtieth minute later when he completely refused to absorb the memories.

The ground troop deployment waiting area of ​​a warship remained completely silent for half an hour, which should have raised suspicions that something was amiss.

Then those fly people should stop trying to build some kind of galactic empire.

Let's just go back to the primitive era.

So when Morty deactivated the black-and-white line world, the four doors of this hall were already filled with soldiers standing ready for battle.

The weapons developed for special warfare made the Fly People, who had only recently come to their senses, completely afraid to move once they saw them.

They were afraid that if they made a single move, they would be targeted by these special weapons.

Even Morty!

Grandpa brought him here to kill all the fly-men here. He's always making a fuss, and it's bound to end in a fight anyway.

Why waste time trying to survive another wave?

But... this ability of mine is really a pain!

Cthulhu never told him how the Great Old Ones actually fought.

It's like buying a product and being faced with tens of thousands of buttons and switches, but there's no instruction manual!

He glanced at a weapon not far from him.

Morty would bet on it.

If you try to take this item while everyone else is still, it will immediately attract the attention of the fly-men, and then you'll be pew pew pew...

In just 0.1 seconds, you can join the 'soul' lineup.

If they also brought individual weapons that target spirits, then this round is over for them.

Thinking of this, Morty slightly moved his neck and looked at the door directly in front of him.

An elite commando team of at least twenty people, each wearing a purple energy protective armor and carrying a special weapon similar to a shoulder-fired missile launcher, is scanning the Fly Men one by one.

Whenever a fly is successfully scanned, it, which had been standing still, will immediately run towards the exit.

This level of military skill is truly amazing...

After the chaos began, upon seeing personnel in specific uniforms appear, there was no need for anyone to shout; everyone simply remained still and waited to be scanned and cleared.

No wonder Rick and his friends, with their strength, didn't want to have a major war with this Galactic Empire...

Imagine the countless villains, tyrants, and villains existing in countless universes. Once they encounter the Fly People, they will all be directly suppressed and reduced to ashes.