Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

[Old K's followers are everywhere...]

Because Morty was holding a book and a sword, the sheriff didn't get too close, but instead kept his right hand on the gun at his waist.

If Morty's behavior becomes suspicious...

It will inevitably be a process of firing shots first, followed by questioning.

Morty, who was very familiar with this process, spread his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

After seeing that the other person had relaxed a bit, he asked where they were.

"You don't know the name of this beautiful town? How did you get here?"

The sheriff was very vigilant, but Morty had no patience to cater to the other party's feelings. He was losing hair because of the matter in the belly of the daughter of the god they worshipped.

Don't get in my way!

Write a letter!

Morty picked up the Book of Ebon and opened it, reciting a prayer to the other person.

The sheriff, who had been quite nervous, looked at Morty with newfound respect.

This is a prayer commonly used in the town's rituals, a text used when praying to the great Lord R'lyeh.

For thousands of years.

Those who can stand still, without using any supplementary drugs, and calmly recite this prayer are almost always the elites of the sect.

So even if Morty doesn't know where he is.

But the fact that he could recite this prayer was enough to show that Morty was one of his own.

Xiang Ke's heart is one of utmost loyalty!

Morty: "What the hell is this Heart of Cthulhu..."

After confirming that they were fellow believers, the sheriff enthusiastically led Morty toward the town.

"Our town of Arkham is simple and honest because we only worship Cthulhu, unlike those other decadent towns that worship two or more gods and have daily battles."

"Wait... Arkham Town?"

"Yes, this is Arkham Town. Haven't you heard of it?"

Seeing Morty stop and look at her with a shocked and incredulous expression, the sheriff's heart began to pound.

Their town has a total population of only about eight thousand, which is indeed too small compared to other towns and cities.

But we are all devout followers of the Krishnamurti sect!

The young boy in front of me, who could calmly recite the prayer, looked shocked when he learned the name of their town.

Does this mean that...their town's reputation in the eyes of outsiders is no longer what it was a decade or so ago?

Even people from the same religious sect can't accept them anymore?

As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion.

They were both close to the town.

The sheriff suddenly became agitated.

The townspeople in the distance also became nervous.

When a group of people surrounded Morty, he finally came to his senses and looked around at the people in a daze.

What are you doing?

"Speak! Why did you look so strange when you heard about Arkham Town? You..."

Morty: "Do you want me to tell you about the connection between Gotham and Arkham...?"

After finding a reason and praising Arkham Town extensively to sway the passersby away, Morty met the town's priest.

An elderly white man with a magnetic face, wearing a long black robe.

Except for the fact that a seated statue of Cthulhu in deep meditation has been placed where a cross should have been, all the details are no different from those of a traditional church.

After explaining the purpose of their visit.

Morty easily saw all the books in the church.

But to his disappointment...

These are all a bunch of mystical articles written by priests in the last few hundred years and decades to flatter Cthulhu.

There wasn't a single bit of work done.

This naturally made Morty realize that if he wanted to acquire truly useful knowledge, he had to go find Cthulhu and his allies.

Then, by using your unique way of thinking, you can make flexible use of this knowledge.

Is it really that easy?

"Father! An old man has come in! He's covered in wounds! And most importantly, he has tentacles on his face!"

Chapter 023 C137 Rick

"you..."

What are you doing here?

When Morty stood among the rows of benches in the church, he saw Rick, with half an octopus face and covered in blood, limping in, supported by a priest with eyes full of awe.

The two discovered each other.

Then they fell silent.

Only after Rick sat down did he speak again, "I am AI Cthulhurik. That Cthulhurik returned ahead of time, catching me off guard, and I had no choice but to run for my life."

Morty, who still hasn't grasped the passage of time in this world, asked when asked if this had happened a few days ago.

AI Kerry said that this happened two weeks ago.

[I was only gone for less than three minutes, and two weeks have passed here?]

Isn't this passage of time a bit too terrifying?

[Does that mean if I spend thirty minutes there, twenty weeks will have passed here?]

No wonder Grandpa, who's usually so impatient, just let me through like that.

What takes me two weeks to sort out is nothing more than two or three minutes for him.

He could easily teach me a lesson over the time it takes to drink a glass of wine; that would be perfectly acceptable to him.

After a moment of unease, Morty asked AI Kerry if there were any details he needed to know about what had happened between Kerry and AI.

Speaking of this...

Even though AI Rick has only had a body for two weeks and has spent 99% of that time running for his life, he is still a true AI created in Rick's own image.

His demeanor and posture were exactly like Rick's.

"Why are you, a Morty, asking all this nonsense?"

"Huh? Your Rick isn't here?"

"Then hurry up and find me some..."

Hey! Morty's temper flared up when he heard him being ordered around.

It's one thing for my maternal grandfather to order me around.

You AI-generated fake Rick, don't you even have any self-awareness, ordering yourself to work?

Morty is in dire need of truly useful knowledge about the Cthulhu universe.

Thinking back to how this guy could teach me how to make incubation cocoons, could he also solve the problem of Kshira's child?

So, AI Kerry, who was resting on the bench, originally wanted to look up at the ceiling, but then he saw the look in the eyes of the little kid next to him.

It made him a little uncomfortable.

The intense sensation of fish against the cutting board made him gradually furrow his brow.

"What do you want to do? I'm warning you..."

"Shut up, sir!!!"

Morty slapped AI Kree hard across the face, then grabbed the guy by the collar and said, "If you don't tell me how to kill Kreeera's child, then you're out of luck."

Or just die right now!

AI Kerry's smile was full of sarcasm when faced with the threat from a little Morty.

But he soon stopped laughing.

The Book of Ebon, a spellbook used to communicate with various Cthulhu monsters, was turned to the page on Cthulhu by Morty.

"Would you prefer to communicate with me first, or meet with Cthulhu directly?"

AI Kerry panicked.

He was actually quite familiar with that Cthulhu.

But this familiarity isn't the kind of familiarity you have in a friendly relationship.

Rather, it's the kind of familiarity that stems from a bad relationship.

Based on the number of times Kree has caused trouble in this world, if this AI Kree were to meet Cthulhu...

You should know that these are monsters, or rather, gods.

They weren't originally physical beings; they had plenty of ways to mess with themselves, their substitutes.

Therefore, AI Kerry faces the tragic story that is about to unfold.

The wise choice was to back down.

We can't afford to mess with them! We can't afford to mess with them!

Look, AI Kerry has become obedient.

Morty then started asking Kshira about the child and how to resolve the situation, and incidentally...