Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty had never been to any cosmic bathhouse before.

Until today...

Standing in front of the giant fish-mouth gate at the main entrance of a complex of buildings that floats in space and covers hundreds of thousands of acres, Morty, holding three VIP unlimited experience cards, glanced left and right.

Beth, carrying a small basket filled with bottles and jars and a change of clothes, stood to my right with an expectant look on her face.

Chewing bubble gum, Sangmei stood to her right, somewhat expectant but not at all excited.

Meanwhile, this grandson of Sanchez and son of Smith was preoccupied with the thought: what kind of traps might lie inside...?

"Relax, Morty. You spend too much time with Grandpa, you're like a string on a leash, you've forgotten how to relax."

"Come on, let's go in and take a bath for two hours first, and then we'll try out all the experiences!"

"All right..."

The two people beside him wanted to go in quickly, but instead stood at the door in a daze, so Morty could only walk forward.

Upon arriving at the entrance, the waiter respectfully accepted the three gleaming gold VIP cards with his two thin fish fins, and then used a handheld device to engrave a temporary identification code on the three people's hands.

With this identification code, the three of them will not need to pay for any service at the store.

"This is a new store, so you all don't know what special services we offer. How about I show you around?"

"Of course, but could I have a drink first?"

When Beth asked for a drink, the fish-man waiter said she could clearly state what she wanted, or... if she didn't know what she wanted, she could simply use the holographic menu.

It will definitely be delivered to you within three minutes.

"Give me... Coke with whiskey and ice, then take me to a quiet bathhouse; I want to take a bath first."

Not wanting to turn a relaxing bath into a touristy experience, Morty made his own demands directly.

Soon, another waiter led him into a small passenger vehicle and headed straight for the bathhouse along a five-meter-wide expressway.

The beautiful scenery along the way gradually put Moti at ease.

It must be said that this newly built, cosmic-level bathhouse does have its own attractions that draw customers from other planets, from snowy ski resorts to tropical beaches, and even cabins in bamboo forests in the mountains.

Moty could see everything from the right side of this circular expressway.

Even more amazing is the selection of the best song and dance performances in the universe, a casino located on the top of the building, and the ability to provide weightless, vacuum, and radiation environments for certain special alien races—almost everything can be achieved here.

There's even an amusement park here! And an arcade!

Roller coasters have a drop of 1,000 meters, which is terrifying and can kill you!

The coin-operated arcade was filled with all sorts of strange and wonderful toys!

A few minutes later, Morty, who had a bathtub with a radius of three meters, sat alone against the smooth tiled wall, a glass of whiskey and cola in his hand.

Enjoying the comfort that hot water brings to the body.

Morty finally felt a weariness that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

"I'm so tired..."

The insane suspicions surrounding Hermuel's trip, the personal interests of various factions, and then Tianqi's departure—all of this left Morty feeling exhausted.

Thinking of that smiling woman standing between two rows of bookshelves, Morty couldn't help but reminisce about his past life.

Looking back now, my life back then may have been terrible, but at least I was able to get by, unlike now.

They're always talking about some kind of cosmic crisis.

I worked myself to the bone to finish a bunch of lousy tasks.

There's nothing there.

Sometimes, Morty couldn't help but imagine whether it would be much better if he traveled to a 'more sensible' world than this one.

At least in those worlds, defeating the boss really does drop equipment!

Unlike my trip to Hermuel, I didn't find anything. The city was even very clean, with no litter on the roadside, which eliminated the possibility of finding treasure on the street.

What's worse is this godforsaken place, because there's no combat strength ranking system, so you have no idea how strong others are.

Take Rick for example. In the US, he would be considered a skinny old man receiving a pension.

Who wouldn't mistake him for a drunken, smelly old man at first glance?

You only realize that some old men are alcoholics when you provoke them, but the guns they pull out might be bigger than your house.

"It's so painful...so uncomfortable..."

After finishing a glass of whiskey on the rocks, Morty, now completely relaxed, continued to lean lazily against the wall, savoring the blissful feeling of being sluggish and mentally numb while drunk.

a long time...

A dark figure appeared beside the bathhouse.

Sensing someone was there, Morty opened his eyes and saw Rick standing by the pool.

"you..."

"You're such a fool! You're always imagining someone impersonating me and deliberately getting close to you, aren't you? You really think you're something special!"

Grandpa, still grumbling, went into the water wrapped in a white towel.

This pool, which was just the right height for Morty to sit in and the water was just up to his chest, wasn't that high for Grandpa.

So Grandpa, with most of his body above the water, snapped his fingers and shouted into the air, "Give me two big cigars, a bottle of 50-proof vodka, and some cheese and pickles!"

Seeing that his grandfather was about to have a big drinking session, Morty silently turned his head away; he wasn't going to drink that much with his grandfather.

He understood that a little wine is pleasant, but too much wine is harmful.

Especially since my body is only 14 years old, it still has a long way to go. If I mess around now, when we're 18, we'll still only be about 1.6 meters tall, and then we'll have nowhere to cry.

Grandpa took the vodka from the waiter, downed half of it in one gulp, grabbed a handful of cheese and stuffed it into his mouth, then asked the waiter, who hadn't gone far, to bring him a few more bottles.

Then he said to Morty, "How was the bath? Was it comfortable?"

"It's alright. It was quite nice before you came; very quiet and pleasant."

"Tch!" Knowing that Morty was complaining about him for bothering him, Grandpa didn't leave. He finished the rest of the vodka.

After letting out a burp, he asked the waiter who brought the vodka to continue carrying it for him. He, of course, wanted to go with Morty to experience the biggest selling point of this bathhouse!

Massage!

As Morty got out of the bath, he glanced at the empty vodka bottle lying to the side and a question immediately popped into his head.

Grandpa always used his own little bottle to drink some kind of strong liquor. How come he suddenly started drinking vodka?

Is there some kind of trap here...?

Chapter 188 Removal of Negative Status

"What a load of rubbish! Do you really think you're something special?"

"Think about what happened with the Ruicheng commando team last time. Would any one of them, Rick, lie to you?"

"I just haven't had time to restock, so I can only use these 'basic' bottles of liquor to fill my stomach. After our massage, before we go on our trip, you'll come with me to that place that sells liquor."

When Morty expressed his question to his grandfather and received a barrage of sarcastic remarks and examples, he promptly shut his mouth.

Now is not the time to argue.

This trip is for relaxation, relaxation, relaxation...

After spending two hours at the massage parlor, getting his eyes massaged several times, Morty felt incredibly comfortable all over and was full of energy.

"Phew! This shop is interesting! I feel full of energy now!"

"Nonsense, the powder they sprinkled on you contained a lot of mild, nerve-stimulating herbs."

Since Grandpa had placed the teleportation gun in the locker, the two of them had to return to the locker to get to the liquor supplier designated by Grandpa.

The two people who had just come out of the massage center had only taken a few steps when a light blue fish-man hopped and skipped in front of them, blocking their way. Holding a stack of flyers, he pointed to a bad condition removal center not far behind them and said, "You two can go there and experience the new enjoyment brought by the new machine. It's guaranteed to give your life a fresh start!"

"Dude, your sales pitch needs improvement..." Grandpa said, taking the flyer and not forgetting to criticize the other person's poor sales skills.

The light blue fishman wasn't angry; instead, he explained what had happened.

Not far from this bathhouse lies a fish-man kingdom where 90% of the globe is seawater. For aquatic technology to enter space is far more difficult than for terrestrial life.

The very task of forging suitable steel in seawater exhausted countless fish-man scientists.

However, this can be addressed gradually over time; it's not a big problem.

The main problem is that, like in a game, when you start, the civilizations around you are also just starting out. Everyone enters space at the same time, so at least you're on the same starting line.

For latecomers to space like the Fishman Kingdom, the challenges are numerous and overwhelming.

In order to make the entire space program profitable, rather than having the entire kingdom contribute money to subsidize everything in outer space year after year.

This bathhouse is a place where everyone in the world pools their resources to earn foreign exchange...

Now all the important projects have been officially put into operation, and the VIP experience cards launched in the early stage have made a considerable name for themselves. Even someone like my grandfather has received a few.

While rapidly building popularity and customer base, it's natural to also introduce some small, specialized services.

We can't say that our bathhouse has almost no unique features and is exactly the same as other bathhouses, can we?

So the fishman standing in front of Morty and his grandfather, although in the fishman kingdom, his identity is an inventor, a multi-millionaire, and the future heir of his family.

But in this vast world with countless civilizations.

He was just a young man fresh out of school, eager for opportunities and facing life's challenges head-on.

"Okay, let's try it out and then give you feedback."

Upon hearing that his grandfather agreed to give it a try, the fishman was very excited and enthusiastically invited the two of them into this uniquely laid-out store.

Morty didn't move.

He always felt that something was off about this store.

You say it's a service establishment included in a bathhouse, so why doesn't it have the necessary facilities and staff? It only has rows of seats like those in a movie theater, with helmets placed directly on top of them.

Something is wrong!

Morty chewed on the words "Poor Condition Removal Center" several times, carefully discerning a strange feeling from them.