Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

At this moment, the bull-headed man, who had just woken from his coma, was a bit too straightforward and didn't understand the situation. He immediately yelled at Morty, "Hey! You idiot over there..."

Whoosh!

All that could be heard was the sound of a sharp blade trembling as it sliced ​​through the air.

The cursing bull-headed burly man now had a deep, large gash on his neck. Without the protection of his body, blood gushed from the wound, splattering all over Morty and covering half of the walls of the room with sprays of blood.

After killing a bull-headed man, Morty didn't bother wiping the blood off his face and body, but instead looked at the others present with that same expression.

"Is there anything you'd like to add?"

The three-headed bird, with its three heads, knew that Morty wasn't joking when it saw him kill without a word.

He's really capable of killing!

If we don't give them some valuable information, they're doomed!

"I! I! I'll tell you! A supply ship will arrive here tomorrow, and they will bring something very important!"

"Hmm? That's interesting. Continue."

"It's gone..."

"You do not know?"

"How would I know what to send over? This is an outpost..."

"what!"

When Morty heard that this place wasn't an intelligence outpost, but just an outpost of one, he heard Tzeentch's mocking laughter in his right ear.

"Through meticulous planning, our side successfully captured one of the enemy's outposts."

"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch!"

Morty glared at the increasingly mischievous Tzeentch, took a deep breath, and comforted himself with the thought that he had enough intelligence and that he hadn't lost out this time.

If he didn't comfort himself like this, the thought of how sarcastic and cynical his grandfather would be when he finally met him...

Morty's blood pressure spiked.

"Alright, everyone get down in the corner. I'm going to think about this..."

After herding everyone to the corner, Morty found a chair and sat down. He put his phone on the table and replayed what Rick had just said, trying to find and piece together a complete chain of information.

Chapter 257 You wasted your time doing this?

It took Morty about three minutes, constantly fast-forwarding through the recording, to summarize the information.

We have obtained a basic outline of recent developments, though it is not entirely complete.

First of all, my grandfather did indeed find the hideout of a shadow group some time ago using the full-channel element detection instrument.

The problem is that it was a divine artifact-level stronghold, almost on par with the Eye of the Universe.

Yes, a tree as big as the Milky Way...

Billions of stars surround a giant tree whose length is measured in light-years.

The base is hidden on a certain planet.

A tree the size of the Milky Way must have its own ability to retaliate. Its branches, which can move so flexibly, could send a planet flying like a marble with a single swipe.

Such a brutal thing.

Even if Grandpa is incredibly powerful, unless he has millions of antimatter annihilation cannons, he simply cannot kill this tree.

So he didn't do anything that stupid.

Moreover, if there are Shadow Group members on every planet surrounding the giant tree, then he can forget about taking any revenge.

This enemy has at least one galaxy of territory to supply everything the entire Shadow Group needs. What's the point of this?

It's impossible to completely eradicate it!

So Grandpa only looked for the guy who was locked in.

That is, the fly-man that Morty saw in the dungeon before.

As a result, the entire battle destroyed no fewer than 40,000 to 50,000 lives and hundreds of thousands of weapons of various kinds, including a Galactic Empire delegation that was conducting diplomatic activities in that universe.

Such a fierce battle naturally attracted the attention of the Shadow Group.

After realizing that their grandfather had a way to lock down their middle and upper management, the group immediately changed their strategy and suspended all non-essential activities.

Besides pausing, the next step is to begin strategic adjustments and address the methods used to find them.

"So the items arriving tomorrow are a 'precautionary measure' to prevent being caught again, right?"

Thinking of this possibility, Morty rubbed his temples in distress.

Although he knew that if he didn't break down the door, he wouldn't know about this, and if he did break down the door and found out about it, he would alert the enemy.

Such a chicken-or-egg problem shouldn't be something to regret.

But Morty still felt some regret.

They took care of this outpost themselves... What the hell is this outpost?! Who built an outpost on the back of a giant tortoise? What's the point of this outpost anyway?

What exactly is it used to observe?

"What's the point of this outpost? I don't quite understand. What are you observing by building an outpost on a giant tortoise?"

Morty, who always asks questions when he doesn't understand, gets the answer again from Rick, the silly guy squatting in the corner.

"This is a Black Rock Turtle Observatory because... because the turtle meat here is extremely delicious and has a market in all multiverses, and because of their large size, it's suitable for us to smuggle some contraband in and out."

"Uh...you guys do this kind of thing?"

"We have to make some money, otherwise what will we eat and drink?"

"..."

Hearing this almost irrefutable answer, Morty silently took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette called 'Dream Shattered'.

Because Rick the idiot is absolutely right!

We have to make some money!

Otherwise, if such a large organization is established, everyone can't just bring their own food and work for free, can they?

So if it's for some great ideal or noble cause, something that transcends base desires, people will be willing to work for free.

After all, this is the power of faith.

But the Shadow Group has absolutely nothing to do with this stuff, not even a hair's breadth.

Their corporate goals...

Their values ​​of striving...

Their organizational structure...

No matter how much people imagine how terrifying, powerful, or dark this organization is, its lofty image is completely shattered the moment that idiot Rick says, "We have to make some money."

No...don't do this...can't we just be a villainous organization that's detached from such base desires and doesn't care about those scraps of paper and money...?

You guys need to have some big dreams in your hearts...

Why live such a life so concerned about salary...?

Somewhat nostalgic for those days of speculation, Morty sighed and rubbed his forehead, looking as if he had aged decades in a short time.

The mermaid, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke in her gentle voice, "Do you think we are all very evil?"

Morty lowered his hand, nodded with a helpless expression, and remained unhurried.

nonsense!

If you are not evil, then Grandpa's family and the universe were destroyed by ghosts?

That's an entire universe!

Decades have passed, and the area remains a wasteland of rubble. It is estimated that without human intervention, it will take at least millions of years to change even slightly.

It would take at least hundreds of millions of years to reshape a galaxy.

You casually destroyed a universe that took at least billions of years to slowly develop into what it is today. How can you say you are not evil?

fart!

"In an empire that is constantly expanding its territory, is someone who goes to get off work every day just to make a living wrong?"

This question did not silence Morty; he told the mermaid directly.

This person made a mistake, but not entirely.

He lived within the grand historical context of that era, and everything he did would, in some way, contribute to the aggression—that was his mistake.

But he wasn't entirely wrong; it's just that if he didn't work and support his family, his children and wife would go hungry.

If you look at everything like a diode.

That would be very extreme.

How can a gangster with tattoos, a gold chain, and sneakers not be a filial son, a doting father, and a devoted family man?

Isn't it all the charm that makes it so complex and unpredictable?

"We're just a bunch of working people. You captured us just to kill us. Then...aren't you the diode you're talking about?"

The mermaid's words startled Morty at first, then he smiled.

That's a good rebuttal, quite skillful.

But you've misjudged one thing: what if I am a completely wicked person with no moral bottom line?

Morty had long coveted the mermaid's beauty.

He stood up and walked towards the other person.

The face, fully illuminated by the light bulb yet beginning to dim due to the backlighting, carried a certain emotion.

The mermaid's breath caught in her throat.

"Wait! What do you think you're doing? Don't come any closer! What are you doing...?"