Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Could you take me to a commercial area that sells combat equipment?"

"Combat systems... for sale?" Rick, the bodyguard sitting in the driver's seat, was also a little confused when he heard this request.

Because...this is Ruicheng!

The Ricks who stay here are either like him, who have become working professionals, or they are still Ricks who are passionate about adventure.

For most Ricks, if their clever minds can't solve the problem at hand, then that's probably the end of their endless adventure.

In plain terms... what is the combat system? Is it edible?

I, Rick, will naturally rely on my own intelligence to improve my fighting skills at will, and I will never waste time like a fool, hiding in some corner and endlessly honing my abilities until the very last moment...

Isn't this a complete waste of life?

Does everyone in this world want to kill you?

Faced with such an answer, Morty rubbed his temples in frustration, thinking about how he lived in a magical city where even the Batmobile could be modified into a living car with a Cthulhu aesthetic.

But I couldn't find a place that sold combat power systems.

But now that I've already come out, I can't just slink back in, can I?

"Is there any way to improve Morty's combat abilities?"

"Yes, we have this! Morty Customized Commercial Street!"

Chapter 579: Only One of Three Options

"Okay... I always forget who I really am... fuck!"

You definitely can't buy the combat system in Rick City, but if you want to buy Morty customization services, there are at least thirty independent shops that can meet any Rick's personal customization needs for any Morty.

Having not considered this beforehand, Morty arrived at all the Morty stores on this street and was at a loss as to which store to go.

After all, the signs here are all incredibly extravagant...

"Rapid Morty Upgrade Shop - Do you want your Morty to complete all your commands in a second? Come to our shop! Spend over 10,000! Get a free Morty exclusive maintenance service package! Spend over 30,000! Get a free mini Morty plush toy!"

"Magic Morty Shop - Want a Morty who knows fire magic to warm your drink with flames from his hands? Only 998!!! Bring Warm Wine Morty home! He can even be used in crucial moments..."

"Custom Appearance Shop - Tired of the same old Morty face? Yellow T-shirt? That timid little expression? Enter our shop! Only 5000! Five-second rapid plastic surgery! Ten-minute rapid DNA mutation! Instantly give you a completely new experience!"

Morty: "..."

Forced into a state of decision paralysis, Morty, guided by his bodyguard Rick, chose a handicraft shop with a signboard that couldn't even fit eighty characters and a conservative decor.

The reason this place is called a handmade shop is because the owner, Rick, prefers to take his time and do meticulous work, fulfilling the customer's needs bit by bit, rather than following the industrial assembly line model of other shops on this street.

Of course, the price will also be higher.

However, with the campaign funds his grandfather had given him, Morty didn't need to worry about not being able to pay, even if the bills eventually exploded...

You can also sign this IOU in Mr. Mo's name.

When the time comes, if you want to collect your debts, you'll have to go find that shady Boss Mo!

"Welcome, welcome! You are President Moti! I am so excited that you could come to my little shop!"

Rick, who had a goatee, saw someone enter the store. He put down a green gem he was holding and got up from the workbench next to the left wall of the store.

What were originally polite business remarks turned into enthusiastic praise in front of Morty.

It's clear that someone did gain a lot of real popularity during the campaign debates, making many Ricks and Morty support Morty wholeheartedly.

Since the other party is so cooperative, the rest of the discussion will be much easier.

He heard that Morty had come here to improve his strength.

A smile appeared on Goat-beard Rick's face. He asked Morty to sit down on the sofa on the right side of the store, and then turned and went behind the only door in the store.

A few minutes later, he took out three tightly protected boxes.

“Generally speaking, even for my long-term regular customers, or even my biggest clients, I would not easily show these three treasures to others, but you are different... Your speech and the personal charm you showed gave me hope that Ruicheng could break down that barrier, so I brought out the three most prized collections of my life!”

"I hope you won't be disgusted! They may not be as good as the special ability you lost when you killed the Ruicheng Syndicate for the future of Ruicheng, but I guarantee they will definitely not disappoint you!"

Looking at Rick, whose hands were shaking uncontrollably with excitement, Morty felt a sense of shame.

He knew perfectly well how much unrealistic nonsense he had spouted during his speech.

Speeches and promises are all for the sake of the election.

No matter how wonderful the promises are, if you can still keep your promises when it's time to take action, you're already considered a person of conscience in this industry.

Not to mention getting it done.

Therefore, what the other party said did make Morty feel quite uneasy.

I have no grudge against this person, and on our first meeting, I'm going to trick them like this, especially since this person is a master of Morty modifications...

This is... far too risky!

Therefore, Morty still subtly reminded the other party that he was only temporarily managing Ruicheng for a period of time, and that after a while, the position of President Mo would still belong to Dark Little Mo (Steady Morty).

"I know, I know... but the fact that you and P850 were able to resolve the Ruicheng Syndicate issue is already a great service to Ruicheng!"

"So please don't refuse this gift!"

The other party has already said all that.

Then Morty didn't hold back.

"Show me your red underwear...cough cough! Show me your big treasure...let me see your collection...hiss! Just show it to me!"

Because he had spent too much time with a certain stinky old man, Morty, who always spoke in a slightly vulgar way in certain environments, finally tasted the bitterness of backlash in this normal setting.

No matter how you look at it, there's something wrong with it...

Fortunately, the other two Ricks present, having lived to such an old age, were almost immune to the ambiguity in Morty's words.

As three heavily guarded alloy boxes slowly revealed what they protected to Morty, Morty and his bodyguard Rick's mouths gradually widened as the goatee explained.

In the first box on the left is a filter that can be implanted in the stomach. The only thing it can filter is the harmful components of that magical fruit...

Once this thing is inside your body, you can eat the magical fruit like a watermelon. Not only will you not have to worry about your blood sugar getting so high that you develop diabetes, but you also won't have to worry about the side effect of the magical fruit making you stupid for three days!

"Jesus! This is a supreme divine artifact!!!"

The person who shouted this was not Morty, but the bodyguard Rick, because a large area in the city of Rui had been designated for planting the magical tree that could produce this fruit.

Even Rick and his friends couldn't resist the temptation of further improving their intelligence.

Even if this improvement is very short-lived!

But the creativity it brings is truly amazing!

Who can blame us when the world is never short of projects that rely on abundant resources, pile up materials, people, and numbers to invest heavily, but it is never short of those extraordinary individuals who can predict the future of a field for the next ten or even a hundred years at a glance?

The miraculous fruit can turn any fool into a genius in a particular field, or even in all fields!

With this filter, it can ignore the negative effects of the magical fruit, allowing a person to remain at the level of a top genius forever.

"Jesus! As expected of your exquisite collection! So... what are the remaining two?"

He took out three treasures, thinking that the first one would make Morty choose without thinking. Who knew that this guy could resist the temptation and ask what the other two treasures were.

Not bad!

Since you want to know, you're in for a lot of trouble later!

It's impossible to give you all three; you can only choose one!

Chapter 580 Are you trying to make me so angry that I get high blood pressure?

Morty thought that the filter that could filter out the negative effects of the magical fruit was already the biggest surprise he had come to this store.

But the real surprise, and the subsequent indecisiveness that followed, made him realize what it means to experience both pain and joy simultaneously.

Adaptive Metal Nanobugs

Human Miniature Universe Forging Technology

The former is a nanoscale worm mother that, through implantation into the body's nervous system, can continuously produce nanoworms via its own forging furnace. These nanoworms then infiltrate any part of the body, forming a set of nano armor that will not be rejected by the body's rejection reaction.

It sounds a lot like the nano armor that Grandpa took out back then, but it can adapt to the laws of any universe!

This means that it can adapt to the laws of any universe, even a magical one, and form a suit of armor that can be used in that environment.

"So these nanobots were forged from dark matter, right?"

"As expected of President Mo!"

After thinking about it carefully, Morty figured out that this thing must have been forged from dark matter, otherwise it would be impossible for it to be applicable to any universe.

After all, the physical laws of each universe can never be exactly the same.

But they all contain dark matter.

Therefore, the only way to adapt to every universe is to use dark matter, but the problem is that dark matter is an extremely stable substance.

Extracting it from the universe is no easy task. Although he had done it before, it was an isolated case, and he also had no way to forge a nanoscale insect queen from dark matter.

Morty, of course, immediately understood just how significant this gift was!

So...who forged it?

"Cthulhu Rick! A Rick who has achieved extremely high accomplishments in the field of dark matter! A true master! The uncrowned king of the dark matter world!"

Morty: "..."

Upon hearing that Kerry was the one who forged the dark matter nanobots, Morty immediately experienced what it meant to feel an extraordinary sense of exhilaration.

That kind of joy that indirectly leads to the death of a master craftsman in the game from an accident.

It's beyond what most people can imagine.

The sheer joy of taking down this master craftsman twice made Morty's expression incredibly interesting.

twice...

The first time, Beth killed him; the second time, he tried to kill Beth, but was stabbed in the back and killed by the Great Old Ones...

He truly died an extremely unjust death...