Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

C167's words startled Stein, who knew that his stammering would arouse suspicion.

But Stein started to stammer.

Only after C167 pressed him repeatedly did he finally tell C167 part of the truth.

Upon hearing this, C167 nearly exploded with rage. While he was trapped here, that bastard grandfather of his actually returned to his home more than ten years later, making his daughter call him "Dad" and even acting as the grandfather of his beloved grandson?!

How can anyone bully someone like that!

What's even more infuriating is that Morty inexplicably ended up here, and this disaster was only triggered because he was kicked by an angel!

This whole thing has almost no logical connection whatsoever. When C167 thinks about it carefully, it feels like he can't grasp any key point at all.

However, now is not the time to focus on anything important.

The most urgent task is to resolve Morty's problem.

"Cthulhu, right... As for the Great Old Ones, I researched them back then. It's not a big problem, the main issue is the lack of materials and such."

C167's eyes searched around, but then it thought to itself that it was in a ridiculous hell, and what kind of modern tools could it possibly have in this godforsaken place?

"Actually, there's a train station nearby. Would you like to go check it out?"

"What?! A train station! You guys have a train station in Hell?!"

Because Stein was eager to bring C167 up quickly to check the situation and resolve the current problem as soon as possible, he had been leading the other side along the 'traditional' side path.

This is why C167 has not seen the changes in Hell over the past six months.

A few minutes later.

Standing in the stationmaster's office of a high-tech suspended train station, C167 silently looked down at the crowded station below.

Those monsters—demons, succubi, horned demons, and a whole host of other creatures reminiscent of Western fantasy stories—stood anxiously at the train station, waiting for the train. The fusion of these two elements created a bizarre and incongruous scene, further fueling C167's resentment towards his grandfather.

Absolutely no sense of aesthetics whatsoever!

If you build a train and bring these primitive people directly into modern society, I have no objection.

But in this awful place with a black and red background, you put a silver train and platform. Aren't you just trying to disgust people?

C167 withdrew its gaze and disassembled all the usable machine parts in the entire stationmaster's office.

C167, who already had a solution, seemingly haphazardly pieced together electronic components, but in reality, every wire was used where he wanted it.

After assembling a handheld launcher-like machine, he used a keyboard to create a program.

Finally, amidst the crowd, he jumped down to the platform, removed the levitation engine from one of the train carriages, and installed it on the launch pad.

After adding a camera.

Aiming at the immigration control center, C167 pulled the trigger, activating the physical missile and launching it directly.

Biu~

After finding Morty at maximum speed through the screen and before the manic sound could destroy it, the vertically positioned hovering engine struck Morty directly in the back of the head.

boom! ! !

Eight of these hover engines can support a carriage and all the demons inside. They may look soft and weak, but when they hit someone, the impact is quite painful.

After knocking Morty unconscious on the spot, C167 did not smile. He had only completed the first step of his plan. The second step was to control the manic voice emanating from Morty.

This cannot be solved by 'dizziness' alone.

We must utilize the characteristics of manic sounds to solve this.

Fortunately, C167, having read quite a few books, knew how to deal with these ubiquitous sounds. The solution was simply to block out the sound!

This is the best solution when the source of the sound cannot be destroyed.

C167, who values ​​family, would never do something as simple as killing his grandson.

So how do you block out a sound that can't be blocked by plugging your ear, and that can still enter your brain even after damaging your eardrum?

We must truly isolate ourselves from it!

Sound is attenuated when it passes through any object. It may seem invisible, but it actually has its own physical form; after all, sound is essentially...

The sound of two objects colliding.

So, when Morty was not speaking, the frenzied sounds emanating from his entire body must have been coming out through the pores of his skin.

What are some ways to clog pores?

Yeah, if you stood next to him and smeared mud on him, it would clog his pores...

Therefore, C167 needs a teleportation gun, and as someone who can create the Eye of the Universe, a teleportation gun is not difficult for C167.

The real challenge lies in obtaining the energy to power the teleportation gun.

In this emergency, C167 has no choice but to take a more conservative approach and develop a directional, single-transmission device.

It's similar to the 'Flash' skill in League of Legends.

Point to a certain location, and you will teleport to the predetermined distance.

"Alright, I need a few volunteers to help me narrow down the data transmission range. You should be able to do that, right?"

Stein, who had remained silent until now, nodded silently, turned and rushed to the train station, grabbed a few unlucky men, and brought them to C167.

Chapter 199 Back Here

Bliss...

Seeing Morty with only one nostril sticking out and the rest of his body frozen solid, C167, who had been standing to the side, finally felt a little relieved.

After wasting several pieces of consumables that screamed and turned to dust, he successfully narrowed the teleportation distance to Morty's side, and then teleported over with a Stein.

Use the Frozen Curse to freeze Morty.

Motty, motionless in the ice, evoked a pang of heartache in C167's eyes. He had always loved his family, but he had only seen his beloved grandson a few times before being trapped in this cycle of time for more than a decade.

I really have no idea what the situation is like outside...

I'm going to kill that bastard P850!

Blood debts! Blood must be paid for!

Unaware that C167 Beth and C167 Jerry had already been sent to another universe's C167 because of the reality show, he didn't waste much time thinking about how to kill his grandfather.

Always putting his family first, he was determined to resolve Morty's problem first, and then find out the reasons behind everything.

At that time, he would hang Grandpa up like a dog being slaughtered, skin him alive, then resurrect him, torturing him repeatedly until his screams of agony were so loud that every living being in the universe would be terrified upon hearing them!

"I want to go home. From here, where can I go back?"

C167, who did not have a teleportation gun, indicated that he wanted to leave.

Eager to leave immediately, Stein didn't dare point out the path to the Mirror City. Instead, he summoned Satan and his gang, giving him the highest level of escort in the universe.

In the stories of various civilizations, they are basically a group of great demons who play the final villains, just like henchmen.

Six demons carrying a coffin... Eighteen farewell ceremonies...

Cough!

In short, a group of demons, capable of scaring others so much that they couldn't sleep soundly for two months, like lackeys, escorted C167 back to the front door of a long-neglected house via the 'traditional passage,' while a group of black men nearby ran around shouting that the end of the world had come.

Ignoring the incessant chatter, C167 looked at his house, which had once been filled with laughter and joy, and sighed with a complicated expression.

Diane left, and she died too, leaving Beth, an orphan, to struggle alone in this world.

Jerry? Jerry is a loser!

Like almost all Ricks, C167 held the same view on this point: no matter how much he loved his family, he didn't like Jerry as his son-in-law.

Open the car door, whose surface is covered with graffiti, from the outside.

I don't know how many times it has been looted, or how many people have eaten, drunk, and relieved themselves here. As soon as you open the door, a pungent, musty smell hits you.

C167 is currently a spirit, so he doesn't care about these smells at all. He tried to call out to the AI, but the AI ​​ignored him.

"It seems he's already been here..."

Knowing the defenses of its underground base, the AI ​​is so powerful that ordinary people can't even find it, let alone attack it. It can operate autonomously for hundreds of years.

As a result, the AI ​​is now ignoring me.

The only answer is that Grandpa once came!

This answer, which he had already guessed, did not anger C167, because it was something he had thought of long ago, so it was not worth getting angry about.

"Alright, you guys should go back now. If you stay any longer, the community COP in this area will start bothering me."

C167 was determined to restore the underground base first and send the demons back, but to his surprise, Stein did not move. Instead, he stood there with his head down.

"Aren't you most afraid of me? Why don't you leave?"

"I...I want to stay and help, in exchange for your forgiveness..."

Upon hearing the word 'forgiveness,' C167 immediately guessed that Stein likely had a deeper connection with his grandfather.

It might not just be about helping his grandfather imprison himself.

It's very likely that they've done other things that required a deeper connection to get things done.

"You know the answer to this. If you want to kill everyone he knows, everyone he helped, everyone who helped him, then this killing will never stop. I only want him."

"Everyone else, keep your mouths shut and don't get involved. I won't make a move."

After hearing C167's words, Stein didn't dare to leave. He humbly expressed that even though you said that, he still wanted to stay and help out, to deter anyone who might bother you.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, C167 agreed.

After all, the place where he lived had long since changed from a predominantly white area to a ghost town inhabited only by Black people in the past ten years or so.

It's not that someone has any discriminatory tendencies, but rather that a certain group insists on believing that only those engaged in professions such as rapping, sports, white powder, or theft are "black" enough, otherwise they are too "white".

So, it's good to have someone to intimidate you.

To save myself from killing everyone here later.

After reaching the entrance to the underground base, C167 crouched down, used his hands to clear away the trash, and found the mechanical lock using a special method.

With a strong pull, an underground base that had been sealed for more than a decade was finally brought to light again.