Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Why Jerry of all people?

Isn't it just hoping he messes things up?

Thinking of this, Morty gave a wry smile. He had texted Sammy last night to ask how those helmets were made.

Upon asking...

It turns out that Grandpa made it on the spot after knocking down a bottle of liquid!

You could easily create several helmets that allow you to enter the dream world with just a potion, yet you sent Jerry in first?!

You're messing with Jerry!

Connecting all these events together, Morty felt that his grandfather was indeed awesome, but he didn't think about anything else, whether he should or shouldn't.

Since we can't outmaneuver Grandpa in this kind of thing, we shouldn't think too much about it.

Morty slowly finished his Coke.

He noticed that Beth hadn't come down from the second floor yet, and he guessed that Jerry's departure had still saddened her somewhat.

After all, they've been married for almost twenty years.

Morty could understand the sudden separation.

But then I'll have to figure out what to eat for breakfast!

Just then, Sangmei came downstairs. The siblings looked at each other and saw the hunger in each other's eyes. They decided to go to a restaurant together for a meal this morning!

Especially because of that live broadcast.

Having withdrawn millions of dollars to her account, she is now considered a millionaire in her local community.

It's just a morning meal!

"Morty! Let's go! I'm paying today! Eat whatever you want! Even if you want to go to a shady place, I'll pay the full amount for you today!"

Morty: "It's like you're saying you can get a loan to go to a sleazy place..."

Sangmei: "You knew perfectly well I was joking..."

The siblings, who were about to go out for dinner, saw their grandfather slowly push open the garage door at the far end of the restaurant as they arrived at the entrance.

Oh my god... I don't want to take any risks today...

[Jesus! Grandpa looks like he's about to die suddenly!]

The two, who had been extremely busy for the past few days, ran towards the door together in perfect unison when they saw their grandfather, but they were immediately stopped by a single sentence from him.

"Since neither of you wants to go to Breakfast Planet, then I'll go by myself."

Morty, who had just run outside the door, immediately stopped and cautiously peeked back in, asking, "Don't lie to me, when did Breakfast Planet come about?"

"A planet where the entire planet is dedicated to breakfast? Wouldn't that mean hundreds of billions of people would have to travel to one planet to eat breakfast at the same time every day?"

"With that kind of interstellar traffic pressure, even if you have N AIs, you still can't completely predict the behavior of each individual."

Grandpa, who had clearly been busy all night, yawned lazily, took out his teleportation gun, opened the portal, threw out a sentence, and walked inside on his own.

"Come if you want, don't come if you don't. It's Saturday today, and the noodle shop is closed. If you don't believe me, call them and ask yourself."

Chapter 135 Randomly eliminates a teammate

Even though Grandpa still gave irrelevant answers, Morty and Sammy felt that going out for breakfast might lead to some kind of cosmic crisis.

But the two of them still came.

Because... the breakfasts in our neighborhood are really just as Grandpa said...

If Beth hadn't refused to make breakfast, the two of them wouldn't have bothered going out to eat breakfast at the community center.

Well, except for a certain noodle shop!

But the Li couple, who came to Colorado to open a noodle shop, had been deeply affected by the 996 work culture before they came here. After arriving, they worked only 40 hours a week without fail.

I wouldn't even work one more minute!

So Morty checked what day of the week it was and then went into the portal with Sammy.

As soon as we arrived here.

Morty then realized he might have been tricked...

The imagined abundance of delicious food was nowhere to be found. Instead, the metropolis before me was so familiar that I didn't even want to recall what I had ever done here!

That's right! This is the City of Mirrors!

Morty vividly remembers playing Monopoly here with Rick's commando team and those old geezers who are almost a thousand years old combined.

"Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him... Ah! Grandpa is so kind!"

He was only halfway through his rant when the city of Rui in front of Morty suddenly shifted to a place filled with breakfast stalls and the air was thick with the aromas of steamed, boiled, fried, and grilled food.

Morty casually picked up a sticky rice chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from a breakfast stall. He tore off the string and lotus leaves, and while he was eating it, his eyes gleamed as he looked around.

I almost forgot that Grandpa's Mirror City could switch scenes!

If I just move to that breakfast planet, I can eat and drink for free without any restraint!

Twenty minutes later...

Morty, whose stomach could no longer hold another piece of butter and cumin pastry, lay on the recliner, happily burping.

Even though the sky as far as the eye could see was still that destroyed universe.

However, the feeling of fullness in the stomach, and the resulting sense of well-being in the brain and emotions, alleviated the oppressive feeling brought about by this space.

"Sigh~ I really wish I could live like this every day, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating~"

soon.

Morty's lament became a reality.

Grandpa's 'friend,' the great demon Stein, appeared with Grandpa, carrying a repulsive-looking fellow.

Seeing the clearly head-mounted device in Grandpa's hand, Morty muttered under his breath, "I knew this meal wouldn't be that good..."

"What?" The grandfather, whose hearing was even better than that of an eighteen-year-old, looked at Morty from thirty meters away and asked.

"It's alright! It's alright! That thing in your hand really looks like Tzeentch. When I saw it in my dream yesterday, I almost asked it for a fortune slip...emmmmm...it is Tzeentch, right?"

"Ok!"

Grandpa, who had been calm, responded with a slightly emotional tone, and the "you'll see" look in his eyes made Morty want to cry.

But what can we do?

I'm a genuine Warhammer fan and a half-Rimo fan, but instead of the former, I ended up in the latter world.

But it was in the latter's world that he encountered the four Warhammer Gods.

This is like a Naruto fan traveling to One Piece, only to encounter a storm while setting sail and end up in the Land of Fire!

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Alright, we'll stay here for the next few days and focus on fixing that hole in your brain."

"Um...do we really need to care about this?"

"Do you want to become the person who 'randomly takes the life of a teammate'?"

"..."

Seeing that Grandpa was really going to solve the problem of his imagination, Morty thought for a moment, since Grandpa was the one who did the thinking stuff anyway.

Then I'll just stay here, eat and drink well, and wait until the problem is solved!

It's better to be experimented on here than to fight with the fly man.

So Morty looked around, found a comfortable sofa chair, lay down, and gestured to his grandfather to do whatever he wanted.

"Pah! You wish! You think you can just sit here and wait for me to solve the problem, huh?"

"What else? I don't really want to solve the problem of having a hole in my head."

"Heh... Open up that black and white line world of yours. Don't think I've forgotten that you're now half an Old One. If you don't handle this problem carefully, it could very well ignite the fires of the divine realm!"

"Do you want us to be hunted down by countless universes, including all Ricks?"

Moody, awakened by his grandfather's words "countless Ricks," immediately opened the world of black and white lines.

After all, he wasn't exactly a coward, being hunted down by technological civilizations from countless universes.

After all, the more gods thank him, the more help they will provide to him.

But he was hunted down by all the Ricks?

I'd rather let my grandfather kill me.

At least Grandpa will give himself a quick death...

at the same time.

Thanks to the Empire's extremely efficient work style, that Galactic Empire fleet had already been assigned a fleet commander and brought a large number of support staff.

The original management team faced a choice between demotion or reassignment.

However, to the commander's surprise...

These guys didn't make a fuss and accepted all his arrangements without any argument. Even those few who were supposed to be used as a warning to others didn't put on a show of "local bully versus foreign dragon" with him.

The entire fleet, consisting of hundreds of ships of all sizes, and involving tens of thousands of handover tasks, was eerily quiet.

This inevitably puzzled the commander.

Such a coordinated fleet, in which almost no one expressed their personal opinions.

What the superiors say, the subordinates do.

From a certain perspective, their execution ability can almost be said to have reached 100%.

But this is not normal at all!

How could it be 100% without robots?

The commander, who felt something was amiss, wanted to investigate and find out the truth. If there really was a way to improve the fleet's coordination and execution capabilities, wouldn't he have made a huge profit?