Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

However, when the gel comes into contact with the wound, it immediately covers the wound and stops the possibility of the wound from worsening.

"Phew... I finally survived..."

I reached out and touched my wound. Upon contact with blood, it felt as hard as steel, like a gel that required a special spray to melt away.

Tzeentch let out a long breath.

To be honest, if he could survive, he would never consider dying.

If he had to die, he had to die with some dignity; this was his last vestige of decency as a product of his subconscious.

"Alright, inject this stimulant, let's get to work."

Seeing the stimulant that Morty threw next to him, even though he had countless "mmp"s he wanted to say to Morty, he held back for the time being.

Get out of here!

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance to get your revenge!

Seeing that Tzeentch was able to stand up again after taking the stimulant, Morty, who had already wasted about ten minutes here, guessed that the people outside were probably running out of patience.

The person I'm waiting for hasn't arrived yet.

As for whether they would come, Morty wasn't worried at all.

Because he and the commander named Saladin had already thought of the same thing.

After all, it can be applied to any story.

The entry of a border army into the capital was an extremely dangerous signal for the entire city; for a concrete example, one can refer to the story of Dong Zhuo's brother...

So what good would it do him if he died?

You should know that Grandpa and I were separated in the first place.

So you're going to believe someone who'll join the Yellow Stripes cult after being threatened, instead of showing the integrity of a Galactic Empire commander and refusing to bow to evil forces at crucial moments.

Why would someone suddenly become righteous and awe-inspiring at this moment, without a trace of selfish calculation?

Ghost letter!

"Let's go, Xiao Qi. Since the people outside don't want to come in anytime soon, let's go take a look at one of the empire's treasures!"

Chapter 163 This guy is really stupid

"That guy is really everywhere..."

"This is an ancient artifact, thousands of years old. It would be a museum piece on Earth. How could C137 bear to sign its name on it?"

When Morty and Tzeentch arrived at the top floor of the Divine Office, they saw the all-channel element detection instrument that looked like an armillary sphere.

As we approached this 50-meter-tall behemoth, we saw the signature left by some tourist who didn't forget to leave a trace.

The feeling of unexpectedly discovering an Easter egg left Morty speechless for a moment.

No wonder it's C137? They've been to this place before?

And he even left that crooked signature.

"This guy is really everywhere..."

Hearing Tzeentch's exclamation, Morty slightly composed himself, making sure he maintained a somewhat powerful image in front of Tzeentch.

Although this strength seems particularly powerless in the face of the C137, it is more like a show of strength on the outside but a weakness on the inside.

The two walked around the circular building once.

Morty then took out his AK and fired several shots at the machine.

To his surprise, this thing seemed quite hard, and not just any kind of hard—it was the kind of hard that his grandfather used in his large-sized shotgun sniper rifle.

When the collision occurred, the impact force shattered it to pieces, while the machine was merely polished.

However, upon closer inspection, this thing was built during the War of the Gods.

In that era when the periodic table was constantly being altered, anything manufactured that wasn't in solid form, or whose atomic structure wasn't tightly packed, would have been completely destroyed long ago.

So this thing, like elements, is a fixed thing.

In this way...

Wait, I guess I'm kind of a god, right... half a god?

If I wanted to modify the periodic table...

It seems like it's not impossible...

What would happen to this universe if I simply changed the physical properties of a single element?

A thought popped into Morty's mind, and it immediately filled his brain like a spark that had encountered flammable material.

The last shred of reason was trying to persuade Morty to abandon the idea by talking about "other people's wonderful lives".

Sensing something amiss, Tzeentch saw Morty staring intently at the celestial globe, his eyes filled with naked desire and a rational emotion that he was trying his best to suppress but could not.

It gave him a jolt.

He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes, the look that seemed to indicate the imminent arrival of something big!

Considering that Morty is unlikely to actually fire a shot at the armillary sphere, his sudden interest in this type of detection device is quite surprising...

It's nothing more than blowing this thing up...

Damn...

Originally, if we killed a bureau chief here, we could get a public trial and then be executed.

You destroyed one of the nation's sacred artifacts, which has a history of thousands of years and is still as powerful as ever, capable of fighting for thousands more years.

Regardless of the reason why the people outside haven't come in for so long.

Once this thing is destroyed.

The enemy is definitely going to rush in and kill us both on the spot!

So Tzeentch wanted to advise Morty not to keep thinking about creating big news all the time, because it could easily kill people!

But to his surprise, Morty actually turned his gaze away.

"you..."

"Everyone here has a wife and kids; they're already exhausted just dealing with what's in front of them every day. Let's not add to their burdens."

"That's not like what you're saying at all..."

"Maybe I've found my own path!"

At this moment, Morty suddenly had a change of heart and felt that the light before him was shining brightly, and the dark clouds that had previously shrouded him were slowly receding.

Morty didn't want to go into too much detail about this with Tzeentch.

Just be your tool and be obediently used.

Stop meddling in my affairs every day.

Returning to the first floor of the Divine Bureau with Tzeentch, the empty hall was eerily quiet, but the noise outside sounded like an army about to attack the city, making Tzeentch, trapped in the isolated city, tremble with fear.

"I wasted so much time just to visit tourist attractions and find Easter eggs before I die... I'm so stupid... I'd better make sure I die with some dignity... Ah!!!"

Looking at that guy who was about to commit suicide again, with that self-pitying expression, and then suddenly losing control because his footing gave way.

Morty shook his head with considerable regret.

He should have taken out his phone first. Just look at how Tzeentch lost control of his facial expressions just now. How many Warhammer fans would be willing to pay a high price for this 1080p "black history" photo of Tzeentch?

Standing beside this cave that appeared out of nowhere, I saw Tzeentch, who was four meters below, climbing up from the pipe below, and Morty also jumped down.

But unlike Tzeentch, he had a place to stand.

With each step forward, these pipes, placed below the divine office, were used to transport clean and dirty water, and even to facilitate secret wired communications.

It will then disintegrate from the main body, becoming a 'step' to Morty's feet.

Step by step, until they landed, they put the items back in their original places.

Throughout the entire process, Jianqi's expression gradually shifted from doubt to shock, and finally to joy.

"This...this is the power of a god?!"

"I guess so... but using a water pipe as a staircase really lowers the overall quality, so let's just pretend it isn't."

"You're becoming more and more..."

"Um?!"

"So cool!"

After realizing that he could seemingly change the periodic table, Morty went to the lobby on the first floor and tried it out, moving the elements on the floor.

This simplest and most basic ability made Morty secretly despise himself; he had been by his grandfather's side for too long, and his mind was not as sharp as before.

If you can change the periodic table, why can't you make the elements get rid of you as soon as possible?

It's definitely doable!

So Morty then followed the pipes on this floor, making sure that no matter how many pipes were in front of him, they all made way for him at the atomic level.

After walking for about ten minutes, Morty, feeling that it was about time, started to walk towards the side of the road, but he didn't forget to use his camouflage suit to change his appearance.

Back on the ground, surrounded by a calm and peaceful neighborhood, he felt that this assassination mission, which should have been incredibly exciting, was indeed rather dull.

Late at night, rainy day, guards, serpentine movements, hands reaching out from the darkness—none of these elements are present.

And escaping from that building should have been a fight their way out...

As a result, he made a hole and ran away.

It's fair to say that they completely ruined the final stages of this mission.

But I can't blame myself for this!

It was clearly Grandpa's grand finale gift, but it never actually reached me. Am I really supposed to take a weapon from the last century and go to war with a group of enemies at the pinnacle of interstellar civilization?

Grandpa: "I left it all in the guard room. Besides finding the first-aid kit, couldn't you have also checked that very suspicious black waterproof bag?!"

The King in Yellow: "Exactly! Exactly! This guy is so stupid!"