Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Wait until you feel your body temperature return to normal.

Morty then turned his attention elsewhere.

Fragmented memories in his mind reminded Morty that he seemed to have used the freeze gun and successfully frozen himself into a lump of ice.

What kind of weird memory is this...?

Thinking about this, Morty felt a chill, so he put on his clothes and, as he opened the door, habitually prepared to go downstairs.

He suddenly stopped.

Because a question was forming in his mind.

Why do I go to find my grandpa as soon as I get up?

Why would I look for him?

Can't I do something else?

For some inexplicable reason, Morty walked to the left, to the room where Jerry and Beth were.

When he arrived at the door, he hesitated again.

I beat Jerry up so badly yesterday, and I came to see him first thing this morning. Does that make me seem like I've realized my so-called mistake?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

That loser deserved to get beaten up!

Grandpa had taken him on several adventures before, and he knew that the relationships we formed with those people during those adventures were all short-term.

He was so engrossed in it that he couldn't extricate himself.

Who can we blame for this?

You're an adult, and you still have no self-control!

Thinking about these things, Morty let go of the false sense of family morality he had just felt and instead adopted a more adult approach.

I knocked on the door, but didn't hear any response from inside.

Morty didn't hold back and kicked the door open.

Anyway, he felt that the whole day had a strange feel to it, as if he had been in a dream within a dream within a dream.

Since I had such a bizarre dream, I might as well go a little further now... Jesus!!!

The moment Morty kicked the door open, he successfully put himself into the role of the little tyrant of the family.

But what he saw next terrified him.

In such quiet circumstances, Beth actually used her knees to press down on Jerry's inner elbows and smothered his face with a pillow, attempting to suffocate him to death!

Judging from Jerry's feet, which are slowly giving up struggling.

He...he seems to be on the verge of death...

When Morty saw this, he immediately became anxious.

"Mom! If you want to kill this loser, do it in another world! If you do it in this world and leave any clues, it will become a crime!"

"If Jerry's parents ask, we can at least make up an excuse to fool them!"

This statement came out.

Beth was startled, and her grip loosened.

Even Jerry below gave up struggling and lay peacefully on the bed.

Clearly, this blow from within was far more disheartening for Jerry than his own death.

Witnessing one's own mother murdering one's own father.

Not only did you not stop it, you even suggested changing the location of the murder to avoid leaving clues...

After a minute of silence.

Seeing that Beth hadn't made any further moves and was just staring intently at him, Morty sensed something was off about the atmosphere. Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him: what if... what if Jerry liked that kind of suffocating sex?

That's really awkward...

Have we misunderstood something?

just in case...

Morty, his face flushed red, coughed heavily twice to cover his embarrassment, then walked outside, muttering a few words under his breath.

"You two continue...you two continue...well, I'm leaving now..."

Just before Morty was about to leave the room.

Jerry suddenly sprang to his feet, knocking Beth to the ground. Then, for the first time in his life, he became incredibly brave and charged straight at Morty.

While Morty was completely baffled.

He grabbed Morty's hand and started running downstairs.

"There's no time to explain!"

"Morty! You're dreaming! Rick sent me into your dream to remind you and help you!"

Morty: "You're going to help me? You're the kind of guy who got almost smothered to death with a pillow by your own wife?"

Currently cosplaying Jerry, the male protagonist of the "Daddy of Daddies" series, with a determined look on his face, full of courage, and running forward with all his might.

He burst into tears on the spot, almost squatting down in a corner and crying out a heartbreaking 800-word essay about the misery of a middle-aged unemployed loser.

Fortunately, Morty was still relatively clear-headed at this point.

He felt that his dreams were somehow connected to his current reality.

Especially Beth killing Jerry, that was really too abnormal.

You should know that anyone in this family could potentially kill Jerry.

Beth alone wouldn't!

She is a good woman in the traditional sense.

Despite her husband's utter incompetence and cowardice, he still fantasized that he could seize control of the family.

But since she got married, she has only complained for more than ten years and has never truly given up on the man who cut off her path to becoming a surgeon.

So if she wanted to kill Jerry.

She didn't even need to say anything; she just needed to give her grandfather a hint.

Jerry will be gone forever tomorrow.

Why do it yourself?

Therefore, this series of strange events are linked together.

There must be some connection between them!

That means you're in a dream!

But I don't know why Jerry appeared in my dream.

Logically speaking, shouldn't Grandpa be the one to handle this kind of thing to ensure a higher success rate?

Sending Jerry out is clearly a move towards getting increasingly out of control!

With a pounding heart, Morty and Jerry rushed to the house, only to find that Grandpa, who should have been sleeping, had unexpectedly pushed open the garage door and come out.

Grandpa had a sinister smile on his face, and he was holding a strange, hastily modified device in his hand.

"Motty, Morty, didn't your Rick ever tell you that in any non-biological state, if Rick gets even the slightest chance, he'll do everything in his power to become a living person?"

Morty: "What's going on? Why can't I understand a word you're saying...?"

"Now! I control the dream world!!!"

After Grandpa finished speaking, he pressed the button on the instrument.

A visible ripple began to spread outwards.

A gigantic creature shrouded in yellow appeared on the edge of the horizon.

Startled, it clearly hadn't expected that Rick in a dream could control the dream based solely on Morty's knowledge of him!

next second.

Hundreds of thousands of tentacles, each larger than three football fields, rose from the edge of the horizon, covering the entire sky!

Chapter 116 The Fire of the Divine Kingdom

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Morty, who had just opened his eyes, got out of bed cursing as he finally managed to retain the memory in his mind.

After getting dressed, I went straight to Jerry's room.

He speculated as he walked.

The reason I was able to retain my memories was probably because my grandfather in the dream had been disturbed, and he had broken free from that yellow-clad...tentacle...etc...

Morty stopped in his tracks, recalling how, just seconds before, hundreds of thousands of giant tentacles had crashed to the ground with an overwhelming force.

This is a type of animal organ that frequently appears in the Kreece mythology.

The other party's identity has been completely exposed.

That's the Yellow King, isn't it?!

Old Ke's brother!

Kasoggsa's brother!

The uncles of his two fiancées who are still not married!

This is ridiculous! People attacking each other?

[Wait a minute! For Cretans, they don't seem to have the same worldly moral concepts as higher primates, do they?]