Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 164 Shall we go back?

"Sigh, this is so boring~ So boring~, shall we go back again?"

Inside a hospital, Morty sat on a small stool, remarking to Teenage, who was undergoing rapid muscle repair surgery, that this trip had been far too easy.

It wasn't quite satisfying.

Before Grandpa comes back, I have to find a chance to tell everyone that the gods have returned.

As someone who enjoys scheming against others, he was stabbed in the back, leaving him wounded both physically and spiritually.

Without saying a word, he simply received a glare from Morty in return.

go back?

Going back my ass!

This isn't how you get revenge!

They might have already broken down the door, and we'd be acting like idiots, going back through the ground or the police line.

This is no way to feed kills!

Seeing that Tzeentch didn't want to talk to him, Morty didn't waste any more time on him.

Although he said this mission was too easy.

Even a fool could guess that the Pope must have played a huge role. Without him paving the way and smoothing things over, it wouldn't have been so easy for them to get close to the Divine Office.

But this little rascal betrayed us.

Ah!

If you dare to betray me, then be prepared to be killed!

That idiot doesn't actually believe that the Yellow Tide Cult is a positive and loving little group, does he?

We are a divine kingdom, a divine kingdom!

This is completely different from those non-profit organizations that go out on weekends to hand out flyers, do public service announcements, and provide thoughtful services.

at the same time.

Three elite squads have found the Pope. Although the Pope stabbed Tzeentch in the back, Tzeentch, who was no weakling either, still managed to break one of his arms despite being seriously injured.

It's a lose-lose situation.

They all need to find a place to save their lives.

But these three elite squads did not find him through this method.

Instead, after Morty sent a mass 'text message,' he directly marked the Pope's location for everyone, since this is a religious sect and has little to do with science.

For example, making the unreasonable reasonable is what makes it most hopeful compared to cold and precise science.

After all, for many people...

If the person you cherish most is diagnosed with a disease that current medicine cannot cure, then all you can do is pray.

Pray for a miracle.

Although most of the people in that fleet had their own personal interests and hoped to profit from the incident, such as Commander Saladin, who still wanted to win from both sides even when he was betrayed by one side.

However, there are still some people who, after witnessing the return of the true God to this world, find that their illusory prayers begin to have an effect.

There is another way to gain benefits and wealth.

Especially under the temptation of that fly god.

Desperate to find a way out, they resolutely chose to stand on Morty's side.

Otherwise, even if Morty marked the coordinates for them, this group could still dawdle for ages without actually arresting them.

After all, anyone can bet on both sides.

When a fight breaks out within a group, everyone sides with whoever has the best chance of winning. Even children know this, so how could adults not know it?

So they came.

Armed with energy spears, wearing multi-functional individual helmets, uniform black attire, and black cloaks to distinguish friend from foe, the three elite squads are divided into three teams.

They broke down the door and entered.

Lying in his hospital bed, the Pope, fitted with a robotic arm, remained calm, as if he knew they would come knocking on his door.

"You're here? Then let's finish this quickly."

His demand for a swift death was immediately met with the response he deserved.

The gun fired a blue energy blast, taking his life. Throughout the entire process, neither side hesitated for even a moment.

It's as normal as eating and drinking.

After killing the pope, everyone walked out in silence.

Although they all came from humble backgrounds and had not received any advanced knowledge from childhood, they were all from low-level working class families.

The fact that a person never had an emotional breakdown and instead faced everything calmly from beginning to end speaks volumes.

Why is he not afraid of death?

Are there really people who are not afraid of death?

After putting away their guns and ignoring the horrified looks from the other people in the hospital, the three elite squads began to withdraw in an orderly manner. They had received new orders to go to the Divine Bureau to help their people maintain order.

Because... a conflict has already occurred over there.

Even before Morty and Tzeentch had visited the All-Channel Element Detection Equipment, the Hermuel Capital Guards, who had been urgently summoned outside, were already preparing to attack.

But Saladin's men arrived first, buying Moti some time.

But to Saladin's surprise...

Morty is gone...

He didn't even bother to fire a couple of symbolic shots or utter a few harsh words to prove that Morty was the killer; he simply left without saying a word.

This immediately put Saladin in a very difficult position.

First, he was stabbed in the back, and then Morty didn't give him even the slightest cooperation.

It's so painful!

It's awful!

With Morty's escape, Saladin and his men, who had been preventing the Royal Guard from entering the Divine Office, naturally became the prime suspects.

By stopping us before we could take action, the murderer who was originally inside was able to escape without a trace. You guys have a problem!

Thus, a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides in front of the Divine Office.

One side stands on the side of empire, law, and hierarchy.

One side stands on the side of personal interests and self-interest.

Both sides kept throwing punches at each other, but no one used firearms, so the whole scene was filled with severely injured men screaming in pain on the ground.

Not far away.

On a tall building.

A Morty was watching everything unfolding below with a grim expression.

A great man once said, "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world." Another said, "A butterfly flapping its wings once may cause a tornado."

This is enough to show that every little thing has a certain probability of eventually triggering an unprecedented major event.

For this Morty...

Morty from P850 Rick is like that butterfly; every time he flaps his wings, it inevitably triggers a new series of events.

This terrifying probability is almost mystical.

While it gives people the creeps, it also makes them curious about why he's so good at causing trouble.

To deal with Morty and prevent him from disrupting his plans, he tried to bribe several key figures in that cult with its disgusting name and even more disgusting statues through lobbyists within the Galactic Empire.

The purpose was to trap the other party in this divine agency, forcing him to be hunted down by the Galactic Empire.

But the other party simply ran away!

Damn it!

If you really have the ability, please demonstrate it all at once so I can adjust my strategy against you!

Each time, his strength inexplicably increases by a little.

I can't possibly put the same effort into dealing with C137 as I do into dealing with Morty!

"Jesus!"

Chapter 165 Collecting Gods

"Xiao Qi, with your scheming skills, don't you think we've been tricked?"

"Nonsense! But before you start thinking, please get out of bed. I'm the one who needs a rest!"

Inside the 95th People's Hospital in the upper district of the Galactic Empire, Tzeentch, who had just undergone surgery and needed to rest in bed, looked at Morty lying on his bed and really wanted to use his cane to slap the little rascal across the face.

Damn it!

I just had surgery!

You want me to just stand there?!

"Okay, I haven't slept for over ten hours, I really can't take it anymore..."

"Grandpa's adventures were always like this."

"I wish I could cram everything that would normally take months or even a year into a single day; it feels like it's killing me..."

Looking tired, Morty slowly got up, walked to the sofa next to the hospital bed, sat down, put his left hand on the armrest of the chair, and rested his chin on it, looking listless.

Tzeentch, who was already sitting on the bed and wanted to lie down for a bit, saw Morty's listless appearance, thought for a moment, then waved to Morty, signaling him to come and lie down with him.