Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Grandpa, contrary to his usual behavior, agreed.

His extremely decisive attitude did not make people feel that he was extremely straightforward; on the contrary, it made people feel that there must be some trap waiting for others to fall into.

Well, who else could it be besides yourself?

Believe it or not, is the problem solved?

"You're speaking so casually. Did you know from the beginning that your divine fire could be transferred to someone else in one go, and that this method was right here in this library?"

"Otherwise, why would I find you more than forty goddesses?"

"Wait...you mean..."

Motti carefully recalled every match in that 1v1 game.

Now that I think about it carefully...

He seemed to have been able to give the fire of the divine kingdom to the first goddess, but he imagined the evil practice of replenishing yang by absorbing yin.

Over forty successes and failures!

More than forty times!

For a moment, Morty didn't know whether to say his gun was tough enough, or something else entirely...

"Alright, I've found you a backup plan. You shouldn't be holding back this time, right?"

Hearing his grandfather chatting for a while and even finding a 'substitute' for him, Morty thought that C167 might really like him, Morty.

But Grandpa wasn't bad either.

Perhaps he wasn't good at expressing his emotions, but he knew how to be a big tree that sheltered the saplings from the wind and rain.

They always make things a little difficult for themselves, then reward themselves with a big treat.

Following the direction Grandpa was pointing.

Morty went into the library's restroom.

In the darkness, with no lights on, Morty groped his way forward and stopped when he touched an arm.

This was the first time Motti had ever played a game at the speed of light under such special circumstances.

Considering that even when doing *that* on the street, there should always be some foreplay involving payment, Morty quickly took off his shirt and asked a question to confirm the other person's gender.

"Hello, beautiful lady!"

"You're the one who carries the fire of the divine kingdom, aren't you? I need this fire, so let's finish this quickly and get this over with!"

Hearing a genuine female voice, and hearing the other party request to get straight to the point, he realized that the voice was not fake.

Moty didn't waste any more words.

With his rich experience and seasoned skills, he decisively chose to inbound the ball. After gaining control of the basketball, he tried to drive straight to the basket, intending to score within three seconds.

Unexpectedly, her opponent was also an expert in golf. Judging from her experience of hundreds of matches, she executed a smooth backhand dunk and a blocking maneuver, demonstrating that she had mastered both skills to a master level.

Having successfully seized the basketball and switched sides, she launched a roaring attack, finally revealing her true identity and letting Morty know that she was a tough, center-level opponent.

Motti, who originally wanted to end the game quickly, was now getting restless.

I'm always the one scoring in other people's baskets, never the other way around!

You're delusional!

Suddenly quickening his pace, after disrupting his opponent's offensive rhythm, Morty, attempting to forcefully seize the basketball through a two-handed struggle, circled directly behind her.

The two players were closely vying for the basketball.

In the end, Morty's power prevailed!

In this final seven-hit combo, Morty felt himself losing that indescribable power that gods possessed.

That ability to see every element, every atom, and even the soul—to perceive the physical essence of all things in the world—is slipping away from me.

Instead, mediocrity prevailed...

The feeling of falling from grace made Morty feel like he was being swallowed up by the crowd.

He could no longer change all the physical laws of the universe with a single thought, which made him feel a sense of regret.

He put it down very quickly.

He knew that keeping this thing on him would eventually kill him, so he might as well hand it over as soon as possible.

Because the Galactic Empire would never allow such a true threat to their rule.

As the big game came to an end, Motti jokingly said while putting on his clothes, "Your skills are so good, how about we have another game sometime?"

"Ha, get lost already."

"..."

As Morty emerged from the bathroom, he tidied his clothes and hair while avoiding his grandfather's teasing gaze.

"Alright, now that the problem is solved, we only have one thing left to do."

"Hmm, C137, you've certainly picked a good opponent..."

"Ruicheng, the Limited Central Curve, Project Phoenix—which one wasn't his creation, C137? No one in this world can beat him in a head-on confrontation. How can he do it without resorting to some tricks?"

A few minutes after the three left the library.

The blonde beauty who came out of the restroom walked straight in front of the librarian.

"He didn't discover your true identity, did he?"

"He's just a lowly SP, what could he possibly discover?"

The blonde beauty reached out and grabbed her face, pulling it down hard to reveal a human face that was somewhat androgynous, somewhere between handsome and beautiful.

The administrator also shed her disguise, revealing the face of a middle-aged human woman.

If Grandpa and Morty were here, they would definitely exclaim "Beth!"

"Sigh, every Rick is actually quite easy to fool. They always think of themselves as rational, emotional creatures, but they're not. They're always particularly forgiving of people they like at first sight."

"Yeah, but they don't care, do they?"

"Those who truly don't care, wouldn't they be dead already?"

"Continuing to live in this world, shouting that you don't care about life or death, or this or that, isn't that just like a child crying for their mother to hold them?"

Chapter 182 Return to the Divine Bureau

"You were deliberately messing with me from the very beginning..."

When the three left the library, the entire Hermuel had been completely sealed off, thanks to the supreme command of the Grand Commander and the cooperation of the various high-ranking officials of the Empire residing on the top floor.

This time, there will be no more internal strife; the only thing to do is to seize the enemy's united will.

These departments, which usually spend at least half their time and energy on internal conflicts, can dedicate at least half of their resources to their own work once they cooperate.

The effect produced is truly amazing.

In the short time Morty and his team spent in the library, they uncovered over a hundred anti-Galactic Empire conspiracy groups in the upper section alone.

Although half of them were kept as pets on purpose.

However, the Imperial Intelligence Department also spent a lot of time and effort keeping an eye on these guys.

So in this joint operation, these guys suffered the first round of cleanup, and thousands of buildings were destroyed in just half an hour.

However, the group did not forget their mission to capture Morty.

However, it seems that Grandpa had already planned it all out.

He used a very traditional American movie and TV show method—going through the sewers—to successfully avoid the enemies on the surface.

Incidentally, this trick only works in the American world; in other non-American worlds, the sewers are never built too big.

"Alright, if I don't give you something to do, who knows what kind of mess you'll make of this place?"

"You know perfectly well how much trouble you can cause when you're free or have free time."

With Grandpa's explanation, Morty, who already knew the whole story, stopped complaining about the old man.

According to completely unscientific metaphysical laws, his ability to cause trouble was indeed too strong. In order to ensure that C137 could proceed smoothly, Grandpa redeveloped the full-channel element detection instrument.

He absolutely cannot allow himself to go out and cause trouble.

A single divine fire is already quite troublesome.

If anything else were to happen, given C137's personality, wouldn't he become suspicious?

Running away at that point would be the least of your worries.

I'm worried that this guy is eyeing me and my grandpa, ready to trick them at any moment. That would be a very unpleasant feeling!

Imagine a C-137 hunting someone down from their youth to old age...

Anyone with a sound mind knows not to mess with people like C137, unless you have a way to kill him!

"Grandpa, tell me the truth, how exactly do you plan to kill this almost invincible man?"

Walking through the pungent smell of the sewers, Morty, wearing a mask to protect against odors and toxic substances, knew that they were about to enter a massive sewer system where a speedboat was waiting for the three of them.

So before confronting C137, Morty wants to know how to kill C137.

Grandpa, who was walking at the front, stopped and turned around to ask, "When did I say that we were going to kill C137?"

"Then what about before...?"

"What I mean is killing C137. In that sentence, only C137 exists as a subject. It doesn't mean that the two of us will kill him, but that someone else will kill him, like those Fly Men. They can always see C137 as a thorn in their side."

Morty was skeptical about whether the Flyman was truly capable of killing C137, but knowing that his grandfather was using the tactic of diverting blame, he felt reassured.

As long as it's not a direct confrontation between yourself and C137.

I wouldn't feel any pain no matter how many other people die.

After walking for about three or four minutes, Morty finally emerged from the narrow, dark sewer and saw a sewage collection center as large as an underground palace.

Sewage from hundreds of pipes flows down the walls, converging into a large semi-circular pipe in the center, and then flows further away.

Twenty large composite metal steel columns support this 20-meter-high underground space.