Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

All I have is this yellow short-sleeved T-shirt, the one Morty special edition, that I have...

The durability of this thing is like comparing heaven and earth to the Hulk's underwear...

Grandpa, whose eyes caught Morty taking a few steps back, said with a regretful expression.

"Sigh, it seems I've been too focused on developing your combat abilities and neglected the cultivation of your inner world."

"You've started to deviate from the normal Morty's personality and are heading down a different path."

Morty: "Why does that sound so familiar?"

Chapter 114 A Strange Dream

"Jesus!"

Morty suddenly sat up in bed, straightening from a straight line to an L-shape, his powerful waist strength proving for him.

This part of the body structure suddenly becomes erect.

It is only applicable to certain special occasions.

For example, O, or X, or perhaps a nightmare...

[My God, what on earth was this nightmare all about?]

As Morty thought this, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his palm. The large amount of sweat made his already rapid breathing even more erratic.

This nightmare I had felt so real!

Especially after Grandpa looked at him with such regret, the intense killing intent that suddenly erupted from him was so great that even the most tyrannical ruler would pale in comparison!

But what hurt him even more than the killing intent was the agony of the antimatter annihilation cannon's antimatter energy slowly erasing his body and soul.

No matter how hard I try to escape.

The antimatter energy that clings to your body and spreads like a virus only makes your escape seem ridiculous and laughable.

Something's not right...

[I feel like I had this dream twice?]

[A dream within a dream?]

Or perhaps Inception?

Having watched Inception and even seen a particular episode of it, Morty began to wonder if he was in a dream.

But if this is one's own dream, then regardless of which version of the basic theory is used...

You are the master of your own dreams.

【That...】

Morty, still sitting on the bed, waved to the chair under the desk in the distance.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

The chair not only remained motionless, but also seemed to emit a subtle mocking sound, reflecting the light streaming in from the window with the glow of its brown paint.

Damn... thank goodness there were no cameras, otherwise this would definitely be my most embarrassing Spider-Man cosplay ever...

I realized that I couldn't seem to control anything.

Morty got out of bed, dressed as usual, and went downstairs to the garage to greet the old lady of the house.

I opened the door and found Grandpa sleeping peacefully.

Morty thought he would never see his grandfather sleeping in his lifetime, but he never expected to see it today...

【etc!】

Why does this feel so familiar?!

Why do these words sound so familiar?!

[This...this is exactly what happened in my dream!]

[Fuck! So...am I dreaming or not?!]

After hesitating for a long time, Morty went up and woke up his grandfather, trying to get his grandfather to help him see if he was dreaming or in reality.

"Huh? Fuck? It's only six o'clock! Why did you wake me up?"

Grandpa, who had just been awakened, squinted his eyes with extreme displeasure. His eyes, the corners of his mouth, and his brows all revealed various negative emotions.

This is the face.

Morty was so frightened that he took two steps back.

Before I was killed twice in my dreams, my grandfather showed this expression, which was followed by extremely brutal and terrifying killings.

Having already developed some psychological trauma, Morty dared not get too close at this moment.

But what his grandfather said next forced him to get closer, because he wanted to...

"What?"

"Wake me up at six o'clock?"

"Can't you sleep?"

"Sigh, it seems I've been too focused on developing your combat abilities and neglected the cultivation of your inner world."

"You're starting to deviate from Morty's normal personality, heading towards..."

Just as Grandpa was about to utter the last few words, following the exact words from his dream, Morty rushed forward.

She covered Grandpa's mouth with one hand and shouted in her mind, "Interrupt the spell!!!"

Well, it's a pity it's useless.

With his mouth covered, Grandpa glared at Morty with a murderous look. The brand-new series of Grandpa's expressions, never before seen, made Morty realize that he had made a terrible mistake.

At the crucial moment, Morty let go of his hand and shouted, "Wait! I have something to say! I've dreamt of this scene twice in a row! Rick! Can you tell me, am I dreaming or am I in the real world?"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa immediately calmed down.

He looked around with a puzzled expression, examining each of the details he had arranged in the room.

These details are all the kind of transparent anti-reconnaissance crystals that are extremely well hidden, but if someone can silently sneak into the garage without alerting the AI, they will inevitably step on, bump, or pull them off.

Confirm that these details are still there.

Grandpa felt that this might not be very safe.

He summoned the AI ​​to conduct a security check, and at the same time, he took out a handheld device equipped with instruments from under the workbench.

"This thing is a special spatial detector. As long as we input precise coordinates, it can confirm whether we are still at a certain real coordinate point in the real world."

Seeing Grandpa's serious and earnest appearance.

Morty, who had been holding onto that worry, can finally relax.

Grandpa is definitely the most reliable person!

But the next second, Morty's smile vanished.

Coordinates incorrect...

AI check failed...

Suddenly remembering something, Grandpa picked up the machine, slammed it onto the workbench, and started laughing wildly.

[My God... what is he doing...]

Why is he laughing so hysterically...?

The coordinates are clearly wrong...

[Damn it, did I fall asleep and end up in another universe?]

While Grandpa was still excited, Morty reached out with his left hand toward the pile of odds and ends on the shelf by the garage door.

Grandpa's clutter wasn't the kind of clutter you'd find in an ordinary household.

This place usually contains some of Grandpa's little inventions when he was bored, or rather, products he created to keep his brain from getting rusty.

Among all sorts of strange and unusual things, you can often find a few good items.

Morty reached out and grabbed.

A piece of clay appeared in his hand.

[Invisibility clay, by rubbing, changes the surface material of the skin, making oneself invisible, but any thermal imaging can detect this piece of junk...]

Disgusted, Morty threw the junk away and then examined it carefully again.

Having finally caught a gun, he glanced at its shape and color and confirmed that it was a replica of Mei's Freeze Gun from Overwatch.

Morty took the weapon and switched the mode to Ice Wall mode.

Prepare to erect an ice wall if things go wrong, to buy yourself 0.1 seconds to escape.

As he retreated to the entrance of the garage that connected to the restaurant.

Grandpa's maniacal laughter subsided, and he turned around excitedly, saying to Morty, "Motty! That's right! This is your dream! But the person who created this dream overlooked the fact that Rick in any form maintains the same level of perfection!"

"Come on! Join us! Let's...fuck! That weapon! I haven't configured it yet! Don't pull the trigger!!!"

"Jesus! You've frozen yourself!"

Chapter 115 My Dreams Are Under My Control

"Hiss...hiss...it's so damn cold..."

Moty woke up with a start, and as soon as he straightened up, he got goosebumps all over his body from the inexplicable cold.

Morty rubbed his triceps with his hands crossed, staggered to his feet, and stomped his feet to try to speed up blood flow and warm himself up again.

Fortunately, the morning light shining through the window, carrying the unique warmth of sunlight, quickly made Morty feel comfortable.