Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Just because I consider him a relative doesn't mean others consider me a relative as well.

[As things stand, he is the enemy, including the grandfather in the dream world.]

At this moment, Morty, who had already reached the corridor, heard the sound of the garage door being pushed open and the old man from his dream roaring at the sky.

No more wasting time.

Knowing that both the King in Yellow and Grandpa Dream were troublesome characters, Morty rushed into the master bedroom of his house.

Upon entering.

Beth was still trying to smother Jerry with a pillow.

Even though this guy's memory hasn't been erased, he's still behaving like a complete weakling. Morty is starting to wonder if his grandfather outside is interfering when he tries to come in and help.

Jerry, the king of mischief and loser, secretly did something on the side.

That's why it's so important—a single misstep could mean the end of your life.

Grandpa didn't get a chance to do it himself; instead, Jerry did it.

"Damn it... Once I get out of here, I'm going to make sure he has that pig's face for three days straight!"

Morty sped up and rushed forward, stepping onto the bed with each foot. Using the momentum, he delivered a solid roundhouse kick to Beth on the back of the head.

After successfully taking down Beth.

Morty reached for the pillow and moved it aside, then asked Jerry with a dark expression, "Tell me! Did your little tricks prevent Rick from getting in?"

"Um...he let me in."

After Jerry finished speaking, seeing that Morty still didn't believe him, he immediately swore that it was Grandpa who let him in, not that he wanted to come in.

After all, this involves complex issues related to the brain.

If his father-in-law was determined not to let him cause trouble, he would have chained himself up before even entering the garage.

How could things have gone wrong step by step to this point?

Hearing this, Morty believed Jerry's words.

Because if Grandpa really doesn't want Jerry to do anything.

Ruicheng, with its extensive experience in dealing with Jerry, has even published books specifically on the subject and has a dedicated Jerry daycare center!

The point is to send this guy, who annoys all Ricks but for whom there seems to be no reason to kill him, to a better place.

Therefore, unless Grandpa realized something was wrong and, in his anxiety, didn't consider Jerry's destructive power, it's unlikely.

It was probably Grandpa who let Jerry in.

And that's when the problem arises.

Why bring Jerry in?

This isn't like yesterday's gender-swap incident, where Jerry managed to pull off a dramatic comeback with his incredible eloquence.

Those two guys outside.

One is the Yellow King, who is no less powerful than Old K.

Another Rick who exists in his own memory.

And this dream, Rick...

It can be said to be a combination of all my strong impressions of my maternal grandfather.

It's definitely better than the one outside!

He can't even beat the old man outside now, let alone this guy in the dream who embodies all of Rick's strengths?

This is practically food delivery!

Wait... why am I so obsessed with eliminating them?

Is there any way to wake me up?

Morty looked at Jerry with some anticipation, thinking that no matter how useless the latter was, he should at least have the ability to relay messages!

If even relaying messages is...

Rick said, "This is your brain, and unless they take over your consciousness, this is always your domain."

"Secondly, when you expel the King in Yellow, you must not ignite the Flame of the Divine Kingdom. Once it is ignited, all technological civilizations will regard you as their mortal enemy."

Morty: "What is the Fire of the Divine Kingdom?"

Upon hearing yet another new term, Morty felt increasingly that the multiverse was far more fascinating than he had ever imagined.

Even though I spent half a year traveling with my grandfather.

I have been to countless worlds.

Even today, I can still hear new terms.

Fire of the Kingdom of God!

Once ignited, it will become the mortal enemy of all technological civilizations!

That sounds pretty awesome.

Once ignited, it automatically lowers the reputation value of all technological civilizations to negative values. Do you even want it? What the hell?! Aren't you living a hard life already?

One shadow group is troublesome enough.

Should we add another Divine Fire?

Pooh!

Morty withdrew his attention from this, and after confirming with Jerry several times that there was nothing more to say, he disdainfully told the guy to stay away from him.

Since Grandpa said that before his consciousness was taken away, this brain, this dream, this world in his mind were all his own domain.

Then I can definitely be like some superheroes.

You can manipulate everything here simply by thinking about it!

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of people who suddenly experienced health problems and could not be diagnosed with the cause have been arranged to go to the nearest hospital to their homes.

They said they would observe and study the patients before treating them.

But the family members who came along saw the thick layer of rubber on the frame of the closed gate.

Then they knew that their family members were getting closer and closer to death.

This is because the Galactic Empire is involved in too many worlds, and countless new diseases emerge every day. If they are non-acute and the number of people affected is small...

They would then be used as research subjects, receiving treatment regardless of cost, to ensure that there are ways to deal with such situations in the future.

But if this group of people suddenly numbers in the tens of thousands, and seems to be suffering from an acute illness, then humane euthanasia is the only option...

What if it's contagious?

But actually...

These flies, who are considered to be sick, are now dancing with excitement!

The number of mysterious monsters behind the bronze dragon statue has increased from the initial yellow-clad figure to about twenty.

Those different bodies that appear and disappear between shadow and light.

From toads to eight-legged beasts, the older brother is a mysterious creature that seems no less powerful than the one in yellow.

Joining this Golden Crispy Noodles Cult doesn't seem like such a bad deal after all...

With so many powerful brothers, wouldn't it be more meaningful for us to become popes or holy sons, receiving divine blessings, than to be just cogs in a third-line fleet?

Chapter 117 Be Bold in Your Dreams

"Ha! It really was my dream, I'm in control!"

"At this point, we should quote a philosopher—'Dream big!'"

After listening to what his grandfather had Jerry relayed to him, Morty tried to take over his dream again, now able to flexibly utilize the power of the vague concept of 'thought'.

After several attempts, he, who had already been turned into half an Old One by Kelpie's potion, relied on his accurate sense of Kelpie energy.

To discover and overcome an obstacle.

Then, he actually lifted an entire piece of ground off the ground with his mind.

Next.

The protagonist in this dream becomes Morty.

Because if anyone doesn't want to destroy the other person's brain, but rather takes away the other person's body while avoiding maximum damage, then...

Therefore, it is necessary to seize the position of the main consciousness by various methods before the original consciousness can react, in order to ensure successful control.

Grandpa taught Morty this knowledge point, and Morty remembers it very clearly.

However, in this absurd multiverse, this concept is mostly represented by various simulated environments or mirror planes and other strange and fantastical things.

Sometimes you don't need it at all.

So after his first attempt, Morty realized he couldn't move the object and gave up, thinking it wasn't a dream.

After many attempts, I have found that I can regain control of my dreams.

What followed was purely a one-sided beating!

Like Magneto, start by hovering in mid-air, then spread your arms wide to the left and right, making a standard 'Y' shape.

Driven by intention.

Countless objects behind him, from streetlights to houses and even airplanes flying overhead, began to fly toward a predetermined point under the control of this thought.

Meanwhile, in the distance, two people were engaged in a fierce battle.

Hearing the dense rustling sounds coming from the flank, he slowly stopped.

Seeing all those different kinds of objects.

Grandpa Dream glared angrily at the King in Yellow. If this guy hadn't insisted on stopping him, he wouldn't have bothered fighting this brat.