Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The battle in the distance lasted for half an hour before it ended with Cthulhu and the others being blown away.

Although these guys are powerful in their own story world.

But that's because the humans in the story didn't have enough firepower!

My grandfather once mentioned this.

Don't follow those mysterious, mystical, and charade-like things; just blast them away!

Even if you encounter a creature that is purely a soul construct, you can still kill it as long as you find the right way to attack.

Next, Morty and his grandfather sneaked onto the planetary spaceship and headed to the multidimensional customs. After successfully returning home, they...

After being thrown onto the bed by his grandfather, Morty, relying on his remaining 30% of intelligence and physical strength, retrieved the Mission Accomplishment Box from under the bed.

Press the button on the top right of this box.

A small blue man, about 1.78 meters tall, appeared out of thin air.

"I am Mr. Mission Accomplishment!"

"Do me a favor and freeze this bottle."

After giving him a simple task, Morty watched him leave his room.

Morty always felt that his grandfather's little invention had a lot of room for improvement, because in the show, he couldn't teach his own father to play golf, but he could help his own mother become a more complete woman.

You have to understand that the marital problems between the biological father and mother have long exceeded the limits of what humans can handle.

But Mr. Mission Accomplishment can use a bunch of motivational platitudes.

It makes the mother feel more complete inside.

Therefore, Morty decided to use all the fruit pulp he brought back to upgrade the Mission Accomplishment Box.

As long as Mr. Mission Accomplishment can achieve the level of scientific research, then I won't need to use my brain too much to delve into those headache-inducing research and development matters.

Let's call it Mission Accomplished 2.0 then.

With this thought in mind, Morty fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Grandpa, who had just come out of the garage, saw Mr. Mission Accomplished placing a plastic water bottle filled with fruit pulp into the refrigerator.

With his grandfather's intelligence, he naturally figured out what was going on right away.

Do you want to keep it a secret from yourself and find a way to make the human body absorb the pulp of the magical fruit?

However, he did not stop him.

Because there are infinitely many Mortys, there are infinitely many possibilities.

The current Moty is unlike 99.999% of the typical Moty in many ways.

It's more like one of a kind.

This is what he wanted; he didn't want an incompetent Morty, or a Morty that was too uncontrollable, hence Morty's current performance.

It was worth the six months he spent constantly educating and instilling his ideas in the other party.

I'm really looking forward to it; I wonder what he'll end up like.

Chapter 010 Journey to the Cthulhu World

Morty, who had never realized that the old man he met was actually a bit of a Pokémon Master, was actually a Pokémon Master.

After lying in bed in a daze for three whole days, he finally recovered from the negative effects of the magical fruit.

As he prepared to embark on a new adventure.

My biological parents, looking very serious, called my maternal grandfather and me to the living room.

"Dad, you often take Morty on adventures, and his grades have already..."

Hearing this old tune repeated, Grandpa was speechless and facepalmed, wanting to curse his son-in-law a million times.

Even a fool would know that Jerry was behind it all.

He just couldn't understand it.

You're such a stupid person, yet you insist on making your son follow the same path of idiocy and have what you call a normal life?

If I remember correctly, you, Jerry, have been unemployed for a long time now!

A middle-aged unemployed man who can't find a job and is entirely supported by your wife, yet he's always daydreaming and trying to kick me out?

If it weren't for my own daughter protecting me, I would have shown you what a Swiss iron fist is all about!

Hmm! Rock hard!

So, you can't even afford to make a copy of the key, and you have the nerve to say I'm holding your son back?

However, Grandpa wasn't the kind of person who would choose to swallow his anger when faced with such a mess.

Trying to argue with me?

Okay! Let's go!

Let's see who's more stubborn!

Seeing his daughter's serious expression, the grandfather opened his mouth and glanced sideways at Morty, who was pretending to be a background character.

He stated that if he could get Morty to get an A in one exam within the week, without cheating, he would do so.

Are you going to stop interfering with my affairs?

Morty's father, who absolutely doesn't want him to go on any more adventures, declared: No way! Never!

But Grandpa didn't care about Jerry's thoughts at all.

He looked at his daughter.

The person who actually makes the decisions in this family has always been Beth, not Jerry at all.

"If he can get an A, then he can do it a maximum of three times a week!"

"Ten times!"

Four times!

"Nine times"

When Morty heard that the price they were haggling over was the number of times he would go on adventures each week, his lips twitched violently.

To be honest, I really want to drop out of school and travel around with my grandpa.

But once these words are spoken, the mother will inevitably...

So let's be patient for now and wait until we can upgrade the Mission Accomplishment Box and gradually climb the tech tree until we can manufacture the teleportation gun ourselves.

Only then can the fish truly return to the sea.

Ultimately, the number of times they went out was reduced to five times a week.

However, Morty also has to get an A in one exam within a week!

"Alright, Morty, let's go to the garage and figure out how to read a book!"

As soon as we led Morty into the garage and closed the door, Grandpa's expression changed, indicating that we had to go back to the Cthulhu world again.

They never mentioned the fact that they got an A in one exam every week.

Morty, who doesn't like the giant octopus, asked, "Why would I go back?"

Last time, a family of four threatened to kill us. Now, if we go back, are we just offering ourselves up as food?

"Motty, do you know how outstanding my DNA is?"

Morty glanced silently at the closed door, as if he could see his mother sitting on the sofa, already arguing with her husband.

Yes, very good.

At least in non-combat situations, their bickering ability is almost unparalleled among all of humanity.

After Grandpa gave me a light tap on the head.

Grandpa said earnestly, "It's precisely because my DNA is exceptionally superior that I, Grandpa, never leave a single seed behind when I'm with a woman. But this time, I missed someone, and this is quite embarrassing."

Morty: "..."

"And that's the Cthulhu universe. Do you know how terrifying a child would be if an Old God were to combine with my DNA?"

Morty: "So I'll have a Cthulhu uncle or aunt?"

Grandpa: "..."

After a second or two of silence, he resisted the urge to kick Morty straight to the Cthulhu universe and leave him to solve the problem alone.

Grandpa opened the portal.

"The old man goes first," Morty dared not be the first to return to the Cthulhu world.

"What a fuss! A bunch of human-bodied, octopus-faced things can scare you like this!"

After watching his grandfather stride into the portal, Morty followed him inside.

Upon entering this Cthulhu world.

The sky, which always seemed perpetually gray, gave one a feeling of being unable to breathe. But what was even more surprising was the distant ocean.

Several large, wounded octopuses were staring intently at the two of them.

Upon arriving here, I encountered the Cthulhu family of four.

Morty could only praise in his heart that Grandpa's teleportation skills were becoming more and more accurate, and then he began to listen to the two sides' rambling.

The content is simply that this child must be eliminated.

Because you guys, who are either sleeping or pretending to be gods and ghosts, have no idea how excellent my genes are!

On Cthulhu's side, after being brutally beaten by the Galactic Empire, they realized that there were countless beings in the outside universe who were even more ferocious than them.

Last time, Grandpa cut off their roots while they were asleep, which was already quite considerate.

So the two sides politely stood on the beach and negotiated.

As for Morty, he'll be the same as before.