Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This guy did the opposite; he immediately slapped her across the face without even asking any questions.

"Can I...ask a question?"

The fly man, who had been slapped to the point of near death, felt that his face had lost all feeling and was swollen into a ball.

Morty suddenly stopped.

Before a glimmer of hope could even appear in his eyes, he immediately heard words that plunged him into an icy abyss.

"Although Grandpa asked me to interrogate you, I get angry just looking at you guys, so I don't really have many questions for you. Anyway, you're probably a tough guy and won't want to confess anything, so I just want to torture you a bit and then send you on your way."

"Holy crap...you dare disobey Rick's orders?"

"Do you think I'm his dog? I've done far more going against him than you can imagine. Anyway, if he can find you, he can definitely find another one. I'll just use you as practice."

After saying that, Morty turned around and picked up a handful of needles as thin as a hair from the table.

These tiny needles, just the right size to pierce a pore, forced the Fly Man's already swollen face, which had few facial muscles, into a smile that was even uglier than crying.

"How about I say something and we can call it even?"

"Hmm? You're planning to tell me? Maybe you shouldn't. If you do, all the fun will be gone."

"What the hell is this fun! Rick sent you here to interrogate! To interrogate! To interrogate me! Not to satisfy your morbid desire for torture!!!"

The Fly Man, with a mournful face, finished yelling and saw Morty walking towards him with a needle. He quickly threw out a piece of information.

"Go to NK-920 space! There's an intelligence outpost there! Go there! You can find what you're looking for!!"

"Just make him stay away from me!!!"

The last sentence was what the fly-man shouted at his grandfather, who was standing at the door.

Seeing that Morty had gotten the information by slapping him a few times, the grandfather, who was quite satisfied, looked away and clicked his tongue.

If the Shadow Group hadn't been so vigilant, realizing that their identity 'signatures' had been obtained by the enemy, they wouldn't have been able to remove those signatures by changing their bodies and wearing special helmets to alter their brainwaves.

There was absolutely no need for me to spare this guy's life.

Who would be polite to a shadow group?

So many people's blood debt!

"Alright, Morty, let's get going."

Hearing his grandfather call him to go out, Morty reluctantly placed the fine needle on the table. Ever since he discovered his ability to create things in his mind, he had been very interested in anything with a special internal structure.

While increasing their combat power to fight multiple opponents, the Four Evil Gods must also keep up with their own upgrade path.

Surely we can't just say that after acquiring Veronica and the Skrull warship, these four top henchmen who carry the most of our subconscious are simply relegated to oblivion?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

These are the things I've spent the most time and used the most imagination to imagine in my subconscious over the years.

From the moment they appeared, Khorne was a tough guy who could fight C167 for dozens of rounds, while Slaanesh was a mature woman with terrifying cutting abilities.

Therefore, given that their base attribute values ​​are already so high, the Four Evil Gods, which currently only have a good appearance but crudely use energy, must undergo a higher level of enhancement.

In other words, it is necessary to complete an internal structure within their bodies.

Just like all cultivators.

They all have the physique and appearance of ordinary people, but once they enter the battle, they possess all sorts of abilities, such as qi, energy circulation, exquisite techniques, and even the absurd idea that a single drop of blood can blast a planet apart.

Just like the destructive power of a water gun is nowhere near that of a bullet, which is the difference between an ant and an elephant.

How to make the internal structure of the four evil gods more practical?

This is a difficult problem facing Moty.

Because he hasn't found a suitable template yet.

Unless... you go to a parallel universe where you cultivate immortality yourself.

However, Grandpa looked down on cultivators. He thought they were stupid guys who would spend thousands or tens of thousands of years messing around with some stupid cultivation stuff...

You have thousands or tens of thousands of years to waste on cultivation...

Five thousand years is enough time for a normal world to go from building thatched huts to advancing towards genetic engineering and space programs.

In eight thousand years, they have basically completed outer space colonization, developed faster-than-light engines, and taken a more difficult step towards more complex directions involving time, space, and the soul.

Especially since you can live for thousands of years at a time.

If a person with a high IQ spent thousands of years studying how to make fire by rubbing sticks together, they could probably develop thousands of different styles of fire-making techniques.

Since you all need spiritual energy to strengthen your bodies so much, why don't you think about exploring the technology tree and extracting spiritual energy from the air, rocks, and even the earth, and then processing it into food so that everyone can obtain it from food?

Oh, right, this is a modern food additive!

In short, Grandpa looked down on these old fogies who talked about the righteous path and the evil path every day, but never considered changing social productivity or proposing ideological changes to make society better and cut off the growth of the evil path.

So, what kind of world should I go to?

[How about we start with Khorne? After all, his role is that of a heavily armored warrior, so he needs to be extremely durable while also possessing exceptional combat power.]

[It seems that the cyberpunk world would be more suitable for him, after all, only they are truly proficient in mechanical modification technology...]

Chapter 252 Where Exactly Am I?

bang~

Picha~

The torrential rain poured down from the sky, pounding against the hard rocks with a deafening roar. Standing on a rock and gazing at Morty in the distance, he could only see a layer of gray tarpaulin obstructing his view.

A headache was starting to run from the noise around him. He wiped the rain off his face and looked around for a place to shelter from the rain.

After walking about twenty meters, I saw a spot under a high, upturned rock that wouldn't be disturbed by the rain.

Once there, Morty plopped down, looking at the relentless storm ahead and feeling the strong winds that blew past every now and then.

He recalled what had just happened.

A few minutes ago, the teleportation gun opened the portal to NK-920. Morty remembered very clearly that the three of them were fine before they passed through the portal.

But after going there...

I stood on this rocky hillside, which was covered with hard rocks that could make a rumbling sound, facing a downpour of large raindrops, feeling disheveled in the wind.

Grandpa and Sangmei?

I have no idea where they went!

This godforsaken place!

Forget about people, you can't even see a ghost!

Deciding not to act rashly for the time being, Morty summoned Tzeentch and his three companions, sending three of them to look around and see if there were any details that warranted his attention.

They then began to analyze the current situation with Jianqi.

Of course, for Tzeentch, who can read memories, there's no need for her to listen to Morty's analysis; they share the same brain anyway.

So her first suggestion was, why don't you take your teleportation gun, leave here first, get some weapons or something, and then come back?

Morty pulled the teleportation gun out of his pocket, looking somewhat hesitant. A voice inside him was telling him that if he teleported away, returning here wouldn't be so easy.

"Something feels off here?"

"That's right, I feel that once I leave here, it will be very difficult for me to come back."

"No need for that. Let those three idiots go check the situation. We'll wait patiently. You can also send Veronica into the air, in case we're ambushed, you'll have a way to counter it."

"it is good!"

They conjured up a Veronica satellite and launched it into the sky amidst the torrential rain. It rose to a height of 300 meters, deep within the clouds, before Morty finally stopped.

Since Morty and the mind are one, he can see what the mind sees through the mind's perspective.

Morty, who had initially been somewhat hopeful, gradually lost his enthusiasm as all he saw from these mental entities was rocks and torrential rain.

Not being able to find Grandpa or Sangmei was bad enough as it was.

Now, looking from three different perspectives and three different directions, all I see along the way are those noisy, head-splitting rocks and the incessant downpour.

This made Morty wonder just how big this place he was in really was.

Otherwise, given Slaanesh's normal movement speed of 20 meters per second among the three evil gods, he would have been moving forward for 3 minutes. Why is there not a single thing that attracts attention in the field of vision?

"Jesus!"

Fifteen minutes later...

Morty, still seeing nothing, felt that continuing forward was pointless.

So...should I use the teleportation gun to leave this place?

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Morty dismissed it instantly. He felt that the problem he was facing, though difficult, was not enough to prevent him from leaving.

We've already faced the problem head-on; are we supposed to try and force a save in a game that doesn't have a save function?

Furthermore...

According to a more traditional idea

If you encounter a problem that cannot be solved by skills, then perhaps brute force can work miracles!

Tzeentch, sensing Morty's idea, quickly dissuaded him from using force in this inappropriate situation.

"It's not that I don't know I should be cautious, it's just that my IQ isn't that high enough. So instead of continuing to waste time, it's better to use force to overcome cleverness, look for opportunities, and adapt to changing circumstances. That's more in line with my nature."

"Well... okay, you decide."

"Um"

Since there were no ambushes around, Morty recalled Veronica and the three evil gods, leaving only Tzeentch by his side.

He condensed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which had almost become his standard combat weapon.

He took a deep breath, raised the knife high above his head, and a powerful surge of mental energy began to flow into the blade. Under continuous compression, the energy was covered layer by layer.

When energies that like to jump and move around erratically are eventually bound together as tightly as a steel plate.