Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Okay, then I'll go to Ruicheng to rest for a bit first~

Grandpa, who had immediately given chase after Morty after he saw him open the portal with his own teleportation gun, only to find that Morty had returned to Ruicheng.

He hesitated for a few seconds, which was unusual for him, before returning to the garage, because it would be better if Morty didn't get involved in what was going to happen next.

Because the opponent is Jerry's Council!

Since Morty's brainwaves can override Rick's brainwaves, a group of Jerrys together would form a suppressive force field against high technology—the Jerry Force Field.

As for people like Morty who take the form of a spirit, all their high-tech abilities are suppressed, so it's better if he doesn't come.

I brought Jerry, Beth, and Summy with me...

"You're not going to come and chase after me???"

Grandpa was just thinking about how to allocate manpower when Morty popped back from the other end of the portal, and his first words made Grandpa roll his eyes.

Pursuing you?

Why should I pursue you?

This isn't something that absolutely requires you, and considering that our relationship is still strained, let's not team up for now!

Grandpa's explanation left Morty somewhat... speechless... a complex feeling...

But Grandpa never liked this kind of sentimental stuff, so before anyone could get emotional, he asked with a smile, "How does it feel to live your own life? You're not Rick's sidekick anymore, are you happy?"

Looking at the smelly old man sitting in the chair, his whole body illuminated by the sun outside the garage door, his smile was exceptionally sunny, and his teeth reflected a dazzling light.

Morty felt a little sad.

He wasn't as desperate for his grandfather's death as he appeared in front of others.

Instead, when too many people and too many things, through explicit and implicit means, tell him that he should be himself in order to achieve a happy ending, but at the cost of his grandfather gradually disappearing from his life, his inner resentment never disappears.

Why is there no way to have the best of both worlds?

Perhaps they sensed something.

Grandpa beckoned to Morty, gesturing for him to sit down next to him, then took out two bottles of liquor from under the workbench, giving one to himself and the other to Morty.

After opening the bottle, Grandpa, as always, was a man of few words in such matters. He clinked glasses with Morty before calmly saying, "Motty, because of your identity, your soul, I have never treated you like a child. But I am neither a good friend nor a good elder, so we have never had a truly meaningful heart-to-heart conversation."

"But you know I don't care about these things, just like most of the time I don't care what you're thinking or how you're doing..."

When Morty first heard his grandfather's first words, he was overwhelmed with emotion. He thought he had finally received a heart-to-heart talk from his grandfather, so his hands holding the bottle trembled uncontrollably.

Yes, the second sentence successfully cured his trembling hand problem.

It works even faster than the cafeteria ladies seeing a young, handsome man.

But Grandpa isn't here to hurt my feelings today.

"We are men. There isn't much of a heart-to-heart talk or tears between men. Ask yourselves honestly, when you encounter pain, do you want to let this cruel world see your vulnerability and continue to inflict its malice on you, or do you pretend that nothing happened and continue to try to survive in this damn world?"

At this point, Grandpa finally looked Morty straight in the eyes, placing a hand on the latter's shoulder. "So even though I bear countless responsibilities and obligations towards you, I always believe your destiny is in your own hands. If one day you can't find me and suspect I might be dead, then it's all God's will."

"Grandpa..."

"So you won't be joining us this time to hunt Jerry. Go back to Rui City and keep causing trouble for Dark Mo!"

"Jesus???"

Having just been moved, Morty, along with his chair, was transported back to his campaign villa through the portal.

What frustrated him even more was his grandfather... how did he manage that?!

Morty pulled out the teleportation gun, looked at the empty teleportation fluid inside, and felt like he wanted to explode on the spot, because... he was in Ruicheng!

The teleportation fluid that can be used as an energy source for teleportation guns is not so easy to obtain!

First, it was firmly held in the hands of Rick's big capitalists.

Secondly, does this place want to extract raw materials from the origin of the universe?

Check out the Ruicheng Commando Team!

A gang of thousands of Ricks would be enough to show any major villain in the universe what it means to be easily defeated by a single opponent, and that they would shamelessly gang up on you.

"Jesus! Why is Grandpa like this!"

Morty sat sullenly in the now-empty little house.

In her home in the C167 universe, Beth, who had apparently been eavesdropping outside, pushed open the door and walked in, her eyes slightly red.

"You sent him away?"

"Yes... while he knows that two months have passed in the C167 universe, we should send him away quickly. After all, only Ruicheng can protect his safety. No matter what the reason, those Ricks will never let the Jerry Council break in."

"Let's go then!"

Beth wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and with an unwavering determination, urged her grandfather not to waste time, because this time... they might not be able to come back alive.

The second person to walk from inside the house into the garage, Beth, had half of her body mechanically modified, or rather, she had been modified a long time ago.

Now her true colors have finally been revealed.

Jerry remained as timid as ever, except that C167 Jerry followed behind him, and the two walked in one after the other.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Grandpa took out a pre-written letter from the cabinet on his workbench, went to Morty's bedroom, and placed the "Deliver the Mission" box underneath, because he knew Morty would definitely find a way to come back.

At that point, his true plan would be entirely handed over to Morty...

Escape the curve? To the infinite universe?

What a low-level pursuit!

We're heading to the real world!

Chapter 572 Everyone's bullying me, huh?

"Sigh... What's going on here... So everyone's bullying me all by themselves..."

Hastur, the King in Yellow, bound by more than a hundred iron chains, sat on the ground with a melancholy expression, staring blankly at the runes on the chains, which were filled with all sorts of magical powers. In his heart, he felt a thousand... countless regrets.

While in the dark matter world, he had encountered a series of bizarre events, which were clearly signs of impending danger. However, he remained determined to find something different in the dark matter world.

He eventually encountered the most troublesome woman in his destiny—the female Rick!

Recalling the other person's appearance and the harsh lessons of society, I forced myself to head towards the more distant world of dark matter.

The result was so absurd that we ended up in an infinite universe.

What happened next...

Unable to break free of the iron chains, Hastur, with nothing to do, now only hopes that when his grandfather comes to the infinite universe, he will spare his life out of consideration for... out of consideration for his past cooperation.

Because it wasn't that he wanted to take P850 Beth... to another fast-flowing universe... it was purely because of this young but fiercely determined girl...

Fuck! I'm dead!!

He felt like the word "death" was etched onto his forehead, impossible to shake off. Hastur helplessly lay back, looking just like a giant squid with a yellow face mask on its face, having given up struggling.

Forget it! Why think about that? Just lie down and wait to die!

His own damn older brother, whom he wished he could kill on the spot, at least had a little plan to be resurrected, but what about him...?

About ten minutes later, in this prison hall located thousands of meters underground, on the east side of the thirteen rectangular pillars that circled around him.

Diane, somewhat heartbroken but having composed herself, walked in.

This gentle and understanding woman has always been Grandpa's beloved and his pillar of support, but she is by no means just a pretty face.

After all, if Diane were like Jerry, she wouldn't fit into Rick's extremely picky eyes, and would drag Beth down to an even lower level.

So after weathering the recent upheavals alone, Diane returned to Hastur because she also wanted to return to the Limited Central Curve.

"I can't do it..."

What do you mean by "you can't do it"?

Hastur was able to pass through the wall and enter the infinite universe via the dark matter world that truly connects to the infinite universe, but now he says he can't go back?

How could Diane possibly believe that?

Hastur, whose features were always hidden by his yellow clothes, sighed softly. He knew that Diane would not believe him, because he himself did not believe it either.

The real reason is that he's afraid to go back...

First of all, he is currently the only smuggler who has taken a roundabout route to the outside world. He has already brought female Rick to the outside world and sent P850 Beth inside. Now he wants to bring Diane back?

Then C137 will definitely not let itself off the hook...

Besides, there are many old enemies of C137 in the endless universe outside, and they are always thinking about how to get in.

Excessive activity will inevitably attract the attention of these people.

Is the King in Yellow really that awesome to these people?

He was at most a newbie in the workplace compared to them. These seasoned veterans were all dangerous enough to terrify him.

In short, I'm tired...

In his own Cthulhu universe, Azathoth is plunging all life into eternal slumber. His enemy and elder brother, Cthulhu, has also been killed, and who knows how long it will take for him to be resurrected.

With his family destroyed and no enemies, he naturally became indifferent to everything.

It's boring...

I think I'll take a nap first!

Seeing that Hastur was already lying down like a squid on a hot plate, ready to go to sleep, Diane, who didn't have millions of years to wear him down, walked to an iron chain, grabbed it with one hand, and gently pulled it back. A surge of magic made Hastur stand up again.

"This is useless... I'm tired... What you should be doing now is trusting your husband and daughter; they can face any crisis, instead of wasting your time on me."

"If Beth, who isn't bound by Jerry, and Rick can't solve a problem, then it's practically unsolvable, isn't it?"

"I sympathize with your plight. You were inexplicably destroyed along with the entire universe, and when you saw your husband again, it was decades later. Not long after that, you were sent to the outside world, and because of me, your daughter grew from a little girl into a woman."

"I've seen far too much sadness."

"People often refuse to believe in the face of sudden and drastic changes."

“I know you’ve accepted all of this and want to play a role in this, but ask yourself honestly, even if I take you in, what can you do?”

"What...what can I do?" Diane was led astray by Hastur's words.