Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But that's not a reason for you to be wary of me.

In the six months we've been apart, how much of my memory have you taken away?

How many things have I forgotten?

Did I stab you in the back for these things?

Now, the mudslinging that Tzeentch casually throws at you makes you think I'm a treacherous villain lurking by your side, waiting to one day kill you with a single blow.

Are you kidding me?

Is there no trust left at all?!

If our relationship is such that you can bully me endlessly and I can't even get angry, and if you doubt me, I have to prove my innocence.

Let's part ways here today!

"That's right! Let's go our separate ways! I've said it countless times: either trust me, or we'll break up and stop torturing each other!"

"You went too far today!"

"So I have to tell the truth!"

"You...you weren't stabbed in the back before, were you?"

In a fit of emotion, Morty abruptly changed the subject, asking directly about his grandfather's past.

This sudden turn of events caused a flicker of fear to cross Grandpa's eyes.

Morty, whose eyes precisely caught that hint of fear, immediately knew the answer in his mind, and even felt a little smug.

Grandpa's past is just too mysterious.

After spending half a year together, I learned that he came to the P850 universe and met a great demon named Stein in my C167 universe.

Then his universe was destroyed by the Shadow Group.

Apart from that, all that remains is that he killed C167 Rick.

And then?

That's it!

But all the signs about my grandfather indicate that he is a very vigilant person who is addicted to alcohol, who is obviously very smart but sometimes does stupid things, and who also likes to scheme.

This distorted personality can only be analyzed and studied one by one.

Grandpa's extremely cautious answer has now come out.

He was once stabbed in the back by someone he trusted very much!

That knife went very deep, so deep that whenever Grandpa talked about it, the emotion that flashed in his eyes was still deep-seated fear.

"Ugh..."

Hearing his grandfather sigh, Morty, who was deep in thought, quickly looked up, temporarily putting aside his thoughts, and launched a new round of questions.

This time, however, the grandfather, who chose to take back the initiative in the conversation, almost made Morty flip the table and leave with his first words.

"I admit I'm overly defensive, but that's not our focus. The point is, have you considered that I might not have any plans at all?"

In short, it raises blood pressure to high blood pressure first, and then directly lowers it to low blood pressure.

The first half of the sentence refuses to admit the mistake and implies that you are too concerned about these small details, are too petty and narrow-minded.

The second half of the sentence says that he has always taken things one step at a time...

The veins on the back of his hands, neck, and forehead were bulging at the same time, and Morty was just short of giving his grandfather a Saiyan transformation right there and then.

Damn it!

Is this how you want to play the game?

Let's go our separate ways today!

Morty reached out and asked his grandfather for the teleportation gun.

"Fine, you don't have to give me that. Six months, one chance to leave, you should at least give me that, right? I'll choose the coordinates, and it'll be automatically deleted after use. Let's just go our separate ways!"

Grandpa looked at Morty with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Now the fire of the divine kingdom has been ignited in you, who has already been ignited."

Running out would mean certain death.

"What do you care how I die!"

"I'd rather fight a bunch of flies outside than be made a fool of like a monkey by you every day!"

"Every time you do something, I have to imagine it all myself, and then try to figure out if there's any hidden meaning or ulterior motive behind your actions. It's exhausting!"

"So this kind of coercion and suppression has made you, a weakling before and after your transmigration, now capable of independent thinking, and you're still not happy about it?"

Morty, who was venting his frustrations, was stunned by a sudden remark from his grandfather.

Because he always felt that the way he interacted with his grandfather was not the same as the way Rick and Morty interacted.

Now that Grandpa has said that...

Hey!

He looked at a grumpy old man whose face now held a slight smile.

Realizing what had happened, he flew into a rage, grabbed a chair, and slammed it at the brat's face, but unsurprisingly, the energy shield blocked it.

"Just for this? You've been torturing me like this all this time?"

"Do you know how much I want to be the big boss's leg accessory?"

"I have absolutely no interest in fighting or using my brain. All I want is to have hundreds of billions, change girlfriends every day, and have sex with them!"

Grandpa rolled his eyes at Morty's long-held idea of ​​lying down.

"Since you know I've been nurturing your abilities, you should have realized it sooner. It's not that I didn't want to tell you about my plans."

"It's not that your thinking ability hasn't reached that standard. Even if I entrust a task to you, can you handle it?"

"can!"

"Then let's arrange a short test."

"Um...should we wait a bit? I'm..."

Chapter 149 Armory

It was another small room.

Morty stood in front of the gun cabinet, a slightly helpless expression on his face, staring at the guy who was inexplicably cosplaying the connoisseur's grandfather from the Fast & Furious series.

The other person's winking and gesturing were a clear indication that he should hurry up and follow the script.

Morty, finding the whole thing too awkward and knowing he wasn't a drama queen, could only look around and wait for his grandfather's excitement to subside.

Upon seeing this, Morty felt that he had finally entered his grandfather's inner circle.

This is a hidden armory that requires a teleportation gun to enter.

It includes almost every kind of weapon imaginable and unimaginable to humans, and each one looks like it was made by Grandpa himself.

Judging from its size, which covers at least 10,000 square meters.

If we take it all out to arm others.

It's already capable of supporting a localized ground war in the interstellar era.

"Young man, what kind of weapon do you need?"

Within five minutes, Grandpa repeated the exact same question, marking the eighth time he had asked it.

Besides feeling awkward, Morty also had no idea what weapon he should use!

Let's talk about the abilities of this Great Old One. Although they haven't been fully developed yet, they have the ability to absorb memories, see through the world of lines, and pass through walls in their soul form.

Do I still need to confront the enemy head-on?

If we're going to fight head-on, what use is this crappy ability to me? Old K and his crew are a bunch of sleepyheads, they just outlasted the enemy by sleeping for millions of years.

"Hey, Morty, we've got all the data in your hands, can't you analyze it?"

"People who don't use their brains often will become stupid. When you stop thinking about just lying around and start using the same energy you would have for digging into my past to work on in the present, you'll be fine."

Do you think there are things I don't want to tell you?

"Prove yourself!"

"This is the final exam you'll be facing after six months!"

"Keep it up!"

Morty: "Do you know how dry your speech was? It wasn't inspiring at all..."

Grandpa: "If you complete this test perfectly, I'll give you a Gold VIP experience card for the Red Light District Planet. Are you willing to take it seriously?"

Morty: "Grandpa, please give me that antimatter planet annihilation cannon."

Grandpa: "Get out!"

After joking around with his grandfather, Morty calmed down and focused all his attention on the so-called test, which was actually an important task.

Attacked the head of the Divine Bureau, destroyed the all-element detection equipment...

Well, even a pig couldn't be fooled by that goal.

Grandpa actually told me it was a test!

However, considering that his grandfather liked to use this kind of trick, Morty, who was already used to it, was too lazy to make a big deal out of it.

Based on what happened in the Mirror City, and connecting it to this mission, let's look at it from a broader perspective.

Morty speculated that Grandpa's suggestion to that young Flyman named Normartin was a case of raising a tiger to threaten him. Grandpa probably wanted to exploit the greed within the Divine Department to give the other party an opportunity to expand his power.

Make the opponent choose to ignore your existence when you are weak in the early stages, or report to the Imperial Presidential Palace and deliberately exaggerate the threat of the re-emergence of the Divine Kingdom.

No matter how complicated things are behind the scenes.

There are only three options.

Ignoring its existence.