Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 108 New Developments

alone...

The fishman's intuition was correct.

When Grandpa discovered that this Flyman squad had started to flee without any warning, he knew that Morty must have tipped them off.

This is an act that, in a sense, is nothing short of treason.

How could Grandpa not feel disheartened by Morty's actions of prioritizing his own personal needs over the Remo duo?

But...don't people all have their own interests and demands?

He initially wanted to cultivate an extremely strong Morty, but later discovered that the latter's luck was almost heaven-defying, which even rekindled his desire to find the Shadow Group.

Was this done out of a sense of public duty?

Was it P850's grand ideal of protecting the multiverse from the control of a cabal?

fart!

These bastards killed my wife and children!

I am Rick Sanchez, P850! I always get my revenge!

So Morty wants a force of his own.

If he were to attempt to wipe out all these fly-like people, then he would be breaking the equal relationship between the two...

Do I really need to go this far?

Looking at the wreckage of at least hundreds of spaceships that had been smashed into pieces of metal.

In the end, Grandpa had a sudden thought and tore down the invisible wall, clearing the way for the fleet to reach the multidimensional customs.

I don't know if doing this is right or wrong...

But I have no choice but to take this gamble...

When Grandpa tore down the invisible wall, Morty, through the power of faith, also glimpsed what was happening on the other side.

He watched as the underlings he had inadvertently recruited died one by one, even though he knew they were not loyal to him.

But he still couldn't help but feel resentful.

This has nothing to do with anything else.

Simply put, why should I let you kill all my people when I want to recruit some subordinates and learn how to build a force?

So you can make friends in the multiverse, but I, Morty, can't have followers?

But after seeing Grandpa open the road again...

Morty could see that at this moment, Grandpa had gone through an extremely complex internal struggle before making his choice.

From initially blocking the way, to eventually having to give way.

This detail suggests that Grandpa doesn't seem to intend to stop him from doing certain things.

But then another thing happened.

From what Grandpa said before he left, something was vaguely revealed—something about faith—that seemed to have some negative impact.

[Thinking about it now... let me recall carefully...]

[After six months of adventure, it seems like there's nowhere else, except in technologically underdeveloped areas, where people practice faith...]

[Utilizing the Cthulhu belief system...]

[It seems like killing all these fly-like people isn't entirely unacceptable...]

Half a minute later.

Grandpa, carrying a bottle of liquor, stumbled out of the portal, glancing at Morty and saying in a tone laced with complex emotions, "Motty, ever since I let those guys go, this universe will never be peaceful again. You'd better be prepared."

"Because the Cthulhu family has not gathered any followers outside their universe."

"Right now, you are the only person in the outer universe, establishing a religion and gathering believers here."

"Next, those fly-like people whose marks you have left behind, whether they believe in your teachings or not, will hear your 'voice'."

"But that's not the most dangerous part."

"The truly dangerous ones are the monsters that remain in the Cthulhu universe."

"If they want to leave there, they have to pass through here..."

When Grandpa was talking about the last part, he suddenly stopped, took a bottle of wine out of his pocket, and shoved it into Morty's hand.

"Drink it."

Looking at the exclusive whiskey for his grandfather in his hand, Morty rolled his eyes at him, then expertly removed the cap and took a big gulp.

I just love playing this game.

Some things can't be said all at once; you have to leave some room for imagination!

After taking a sip of strong liquor.

Morty shook his arm and then asked his grandfather what the next steps were.

If his next task wasn't to search for the Shadow Cult, then he'd really enjoy playing "Cult Simulator: How I, as an Old One, Can Quickly Master a Mystic Cult."

"Your sister's almost at her breaking point; it's your turn to step in."

"Ok?"

Grandpa's sudden, seemingly random remark left Morty with a huge question mark.

My sister is about to break down?

What can't she handle?

Can't handle that loser Jerry?

Could it be... that this loser is about to defy the heavens?

After fully understanding this sentence, Morty exclaimed on the spot that it was impossible!

Our Jerry isn't the strongest Jerry, how could he be this strong?

But seeing his grandfather's serious expression and his apparent reluctance to continue, Morty had no choice but to believe Jerry, who seemed to be embarking on a path against all odds.

"Damn it, you didn't finish talking about what happened earlier, and now you're going to keep this to yourself and make me ask a stranger on the street?"

"I've suddenly gotten a bit busy, but things here also need to be wrapped up, so why don't you stay and take care of the problem?"

After Grandpa finished speaking, he opened a portal and made his escape.

"Holy crap?! What are you busy with?! You're obviously just trying to slack off!"

"Jesus...I don't want to deal with this either!"

Because Grandpa ran too fast, Morty couldn't keep up and could only glance left and right.

The street duel continued in a lively and noisy manner, making it impossible for Morty to find someone to ask about the latest developments.

Left with no other choice, I had to resort to my fear (in a cringe-worthy way).

Come out! Eight hundred meters long, golden crispy thin noodles!

After successfully silencing the city, Morty, now in the form of a dragon, casually used his claws to hook a person three hundred meters into the air.

The dragon head, as big as eight heavy truck cabs, nearly scared the innocent passerby into fainting.

"If you faint now, I guarantee I'll torture you until you wake up in agony."

One sentence was enough to intimidate this guy.

Morty then began to find out exactly what had happened here while he was away.

This question...

Morty even felt that his thin, noodle-like version of the five-clawed golden dragon looked much more... damn normal than what Jerry had done in the past.

Kneeling down and kissing a girl's shoes in public?

These are all basic operations!

This guy has actually gone so far as to develop a modern self-cultivation manual for male virtues in just a few hours.

Those rules, numbering over a thousand, actually made a group of women feel that maintaining a dominant position for women seemed like a good option.

"Jesus...this farce should end now..."

"But isn't it a bit too fast for Sangmei to be defeated in just a few hours?"

"I remember she was so confident at the beginning."

Morty muttered to himself as he put the unfortunate creature back on the ground, then deactivated his form and headed towards the Lip City TV station.

Because Sangmei and Jerry are there now.

Chapter 109 The Outburst

"Jerry...you know perfectly well how much change your dominant position over men can bring to the world, so why do you keep pretending to be stupid?"

"Sangmei! What are you saying? I know perfectly well that men change the world? You're completely slandering and fabricating this nonsense!"

"You! What are you playing dumb with me for? You know perfectly well what I'm trying to say!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Why are you yelling at me like that? Are you trying to yell at me? Can't you, as a woman, be a little more considerate of a boy? Speak properly, calmly, and stop being so chauvinistic, okay?!"

"Jerry! Who's being a feminist! Explain yourself! What does feminism even mean! Let's get down to business, stop with the accusations!"

"You are! You speak so loudly, aren't you a feminist? Can't you just talk to me properly? Why do you have to yell at me? So you think yelling at me doesn't make you a matriarch?"

"What kind of feminism is this! Just because I raised my voice a little?"

"Why are you yelling like that? Are you angry because I hit the nail on the head?"

Morty, who had just arrived in the studio, hadn't even spoken yet when Jerry and Sammy's words made his blood pressure spike.

Damn...