Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But...

Tzeentch, that shifty-eyed fellow, has lost interest in being my dog ​​ever since he left the Mirror City and saw the outside world.

In response, Morty took the guy to his own private compartment on the spaceship.

Upon entering the room, he found that it seemed only Morty and his own Tzeentch were inside. He immediately clutched his chest in alarm, giving a look as if he were looking at a pervert.

Morty, who was about to pull Tzeentch into the Yellow Stripes cult as soon as he entered, caught a glimpse of this expression and almost pulled out the AK from under his suit and blasted its brain to pieces with shotgun-sized bullets!

Damn it!!!

My grandfather gave me two "lucky in love" debuffs, showing he had no confidence in my professional competence.

Then there's you, so bold and cunning, actually putting on a look of disbelief as if you were a pervert in front of me!

Very good! Little Qi! This isn't over yet!

Suppressing his anger and not wanting to ruin what was to come, Morty grabbed Tzeentch's hand without a word and threw him onto the bed.

"Help! Catch this pervert! He threw me on the bed!"

The moment Tzeentch uttered his first words, Morty switched to the Line World, grabbed the jerk by the neck who was about to disgust him, and pulled him into the world of the dragon statue.

There was a period of time, neither too long nor too short, during which I was not back.

Upon returning, they saw the Yellow-Clad Lord and the Giant Toad standing behind the Dragon Statue, their expressions a complex mix of relief and wistfulness.

Although he had some questions he wanted to ask, Morty had no time to think about anything else at the moment.

He is now on someone else's spaceship heading to the multidimensional customs.

Once he reached customs, he would be entering the Galactic Empire's portal. He couldn't afford to waste any more time chatting with the Yellow King and the other man.

So Morty ignored the two people who greeted him.

He dragged Tzeentch to his own dragon statue.

"Your Majesty!"

Tzeentch glanced at Morty, then at the dragon statue, his small eyes gleaming with undisguised smugness, like an overflowing basin of water.

What is he so proud of?

Could it be that he wanted to join the Yellow Turban Rebellion from the very beginning?

Or perhaps he never intended to join, deliberately exploiting my tendency to be suspicious and acting cautiously to avoid trouble?

[Hiss! This guy...]

Moty, whose thoughts were briefly disturbed by a single glance, looked up at the dragon statue, then at the Yellow King and the giant toad standing behind it.

Having returned to their normal size, the two of them were almost the same height and shape as the dragon statue. The detail that they seemed to want to greet him, yet couldn't seem to get any closer, puzzled Morty.

He released his grip on Tzeentch's neck and walked behind his dragon statue.

As Morty walked to the middle of the left side of the statue, an invisible wall blocked his path, and the dragon statue emitted a buzzing sound that seemed to be a warning.

It seems to be saying that danger will occur if we go any further.

Morty looked up, and a hint of disappointment seemed to flash in the giant toad's eyes.

That's strange...

In this dark world where only the statue radiates light and heat, two groups of people with ulterior motives stand in front of and behind the statue.

One side seems to want to join the Yellow Strip Church, or perhaps they don't.

On the other side, disappointed that they were blocked by an invisible wall...

These people are all hiding something...

I'll stick to my current approach and see what happens...

[Let's kill that bureau chief first, and deal with the rest later...]

Having abandoned his idea of ​​recruiting Tzeentch into the Yellow Stripes cult, Morty brought the guy back to the real world, and the moment he opened his eyes...

Grandpa rushed in, unusually nervous, and quickly asked, "You...you didn't bring that Tzeentch guy into your cult, did you?"

"No, things were a bit strange just now, so I stopped it."

"Okay! Now, whatever you do, don't bring anyone in! We've arrived at the multi-dimensional customs now. Let's go. On the way, I'll explain some things I just learned."

Chapter 154 Fleet Mobilization

"Although saying this might affect my glorious image in your eyes, I must tell you clearly that the Fire of the Divine Kingdom was indeed part of my design when this matter was being planned."

"There's been a minor mishap that won't affect the overall direction..."

"you..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Just say it!"

Upon hearing that Grandpa was starting to lay the groundwork before speaking, Morty knew perfectly well that the other person had probably gone too far in something.

Otherwise, given Grandpa's generic Rick personality...

You think you're worthy of my explanation?

think too much!

I'd rather die than offer any explanation!

Now that Grandpa is going to explain something, it means that things are starting to get worse.

"Okay, okay, here's what happened."

Have you ever heard of passing on the fire?

Morty had certainly heard of the word, but felt that the meaning his grandfather used was slightly different, yet it seemed to be the same.

So he looked around the corridor to make sure no one was watching them before lowering his voice and asking, "You mean, now that I'm the spark, anyone else who wants to ignite the divine fire needs to borrow a flame from me?"

"You could call it borrowing a light, but the way you did it might be worse than you imagine..."

For the next minute, a stunned Morty was astonished to hear that this method of borrowing a light was not the kind where two old smokers would light each other's cigarettes with a lighter.

Rather... the fusion of soul fires!

Simply put, the souls need to collide violently for the fire to be borrowed.

"I..."

"So, if you can accept this approach, feel free to play around; you won't be held responsible. But if you can't, you'd better be careful of any deity. They might be eager to have a clash of souls with you right now."

"..."

After a long while, Morty, having digested the news, finally understood why the giant toad had looked disappointed when he saw Morty being blocked by the invisible wall.

Because I was so close to "biubiubiu", I'll just borrow a light from myself!

Fortunately, his own idol prevented him from stepping into the abyss!

If it hadn't stopped me earlier.

Then he would have a dark history with the giant toad that would affect his entire life.

Indeed, in this world...

Only yourself can be relied upon.

"It seems we've arrived. Tell Tzeentch to get ready; we're about to enter the Multidimensional Customs. Make sure you remember the questions you have to answer in front of the customs inspectors."

Don't worry...

A little annoyed by his grandfather's repeated admonitions, Morty reluctantly gave a reply.

I have a lot of things to worry about now, why would I care about a customs inspector? If I can't even handle him, how am I supposed to deal with the head of the Divine Bureau later?

Morty put aside his distracting thoughts and walked into the room.

Since it was a short flight, the Fishman Kingdom's spaceship didn't waste much space and materials building useless interior decorations.

Back in the room, Morty saw Tzeentch fiddling with something.

Take a closer look.

It is a statue of itself.

The bed next to it was completely dismantled by it.

What are you doing?

"If you damage something and people demand compensation later, I'll just leave you here to work and pay off your debts."

Upon hearing Morty's words, Tzeentch, who had a neutral expression, turned around, placed the statue on his right hand, and presented it to Morty.

"What are you doing? If I make it just as ugly as you, what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Accept it, and let me join the Cult of Golden Crispy Noodles. I am willing to dedicate everything to your divine kingdom, just to exchange for eternal life."

"..."

"Neuropathy!"

After saying that, Morty gestured to the delusional guy to hurry up and go out to prepare to disembark.

Because he and his grandfather had already reached an agreement on this matter.

That is the fire of the divine kingdom, merely a tool to muddy the waters. You who want to become true gods are nothing but cannon fodder and sacrifices.

Although the current method of passing on the fire is a bit mind-bending.

But we can seek out female deities!

If we make some flexible changes, wouldn't that solve the problem of finding cannon fodder?

So recruiting you, Tzeentch, is a given, but... we can't just pass on the flame; we need a goddess to do it...

Not wanting to be haunted for the rest of his life, Morty borrowed the disguise clothes his grandfather had given him after going out with Tzeentch.

The two of them put it on.

His appearance is no different from Tzeentch's.

Three identical villains.