Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Who is this guy?"

"They seem to know Rick... but they're clearly not friends!"

Do Ricks have any friends?

"Pfft, hahaha!!!"

The grandfather, who was already on high alert upon hearing that voice, activated the highest level of security in the house without even seeing the other party, preparing to take action first.

But a few guys who were completely oblivious to the situation were still in the mood to joke about having no friends, even though they were already in a fighting stance.

I have friends, okay?!

Fatty is my friend!!!

"Seriously, this guy isn't Rick from the Curve at all. I don't even know how he got in. Maybe it's related to that Hastur guy..."

Before Grandpa could finish speaking, two iron plates on the living room ceiling quickly opened to the left and right.

A large number of bee-shaped robots, equipped with miniature nuclear-powered engines and deadly metal spikes on their bottoms, swarmed toward the entrance.

This finally made everyone take it seriously.

C167 Jerry, who went to check what was in the kitchen, was the first to see Rick walking in through the blast hole.

"Damn... This is the first time I've ever seen Rick with this ramen noodle hair... and dyed it green, it's practically performance art... Wait... this outfit?! Jesus!"

From initially dissing the other person's appearance to remembering that man, C167 Jerry only took about 0.5 seconds, but that time could be fatal in some situations!

"Ugh~ Jerry~ He's such a... bug that I just can't get rid of!"

A small black revolver, about the size of a palm, with a four-cornered anchor at the muzzle that is twice the size of the gun itself.

Whoosh! ! !

The supersonic speed of fire caused the sharp anchor to strike C167 Jerry directly in the abdomen. The powerful kinetic energy tore through his flesh, sending him crashing into the wall behind the cabinet.

Before he could react, and before the anchor even hit the ground, a pull brought him right in front of Rick in 0.2 seconds.

“jes…”

boom! ! !

"You dare!!! Fuck!!!"

Just as this guy blew C167 Jerry's head off with a single shot, and the swarm of bees finally reached within three meters of Rick, Grandpa also crashed through the wall and opened fire with an antimatter annihilation cannon in his hand!

Hahahaha!!!

Faced with the attacks of the antimatter annihilation cannon and the swarm of bees, Rick didn't even dodge. He stood there laughing, letting the attacks pass through his body and land on the ground.

Projection? No! This is... a body-soul swapping device!!

That damn bastard!

"Don't get so excited when you see me. All I did was blow this door open with explosives! Why are you so agitated?"

The tone of conversation with an old friend, combined with the corpse on the ground that had already had its head blown off—two contrasting styles pieced together in one person.

Jerry and the others who followed felt a sudden urge to breathe.

"Jesus! He's dead? He's just dead? Rick?"

Jerry, who was not put back into his negative personality, saw the body of C167 Jerry and asked his grandfather questions while glaring at the murderer who killed him.

"Yes!...You guys run! I can't beat this guy either!"

When Grandpa bluntly said that he couldn't defeat this guy, everyone's faces darkened. They didn't just stand there dumbfounded, but instead took turns saying a few lines.

A person who rarely makes mistakes in judging combat effectiveness, when he says it's time to leave, then he must leave!

Of the three, P850 Beth was definitely unwilling to leave. She had taken such a huge risk—one wrong step and she could have fallen into the dark matter world and disappeared—to finally reach her father's side...

How could we possibly abandon Grandpa when a crisis comes?

The grandfather, who had long anticipated that his daughter would be in danger and that they would work together as a father, reached into his pocket with his right hand and activated the building's final escape device!

One hundred random portals!

The three of them, suddenly finding themselves in empty space, were passively transported into random portals. However, Grandpa stood with his legs spread apart, each foot positioned at the intersection of four portals.

"Don't be so nervous. How could I kill your family?"

"Why all the nonsense? Rick the Clown, I know you must have gotten to the Finite Central Curve through Hastur, but what's the point of you coming here? This place is full of Ricks who have lost all their beliefs, like walking corpses. What are you here for?"

“The significance…is unparalleled!” Rick the Clown’s smile grew even brighter, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

But this smile, when seen by the grandfather, only sent a chill down his spine, because the other person... did not meet the selection criteria of the finite central curve at all, and was a Rick who was rejected from the very beginning.

What truly frightened him was the other party's unpredictability, their disregard for all common sense, and their lack of any logical reasoning.

Just like how he immediately blew C167 Jerry's head off, killing him on the spot, and then tried to chat with him like an old friend, because he didn't care what the consequences of doing so would be.

"Don't keep such a long face! Smile more! You miserable souls trapped inside the Great Firewall, do you think you don't deserve to stay here if you don't have a face full of hatred and bitterness on your face?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Oh, by the way, I also prepared a small gift for you, as a token of my respect for our reunion after so many years and my visit to your home!"

Rick the clown, beaming with joy, pulled a cardboard box from behind his back, the kind used to hold a 12-inch birthday cake.

Although the cardboard box packaging is printed with elements that make people feel less tense, such as white clouds, blue sky, children playing, and grass with flowers.

Grandpa's breathing stopped abruptly, his hands began to sweat, and his pupils dilated to their maximum.

Because his Beth was right beside him, and the only person outside was Diane, and this jerk in front of him...

"Take it! I think you'll really like this special gift!"

The box was casually tossed over by Rick the Clown.

Grandpa was about to reach out his hands to take it when he suddenly forced himself to stop, because what he was about to receive might not be a 'surprise' gift, but rather a bomb that could kill him on the spot.

The cardboard box landed heavily on the ground where the random portal had disappeared.

The loosely secured cardboard box lid was knocked open by the heavy object inside.

The head of a woman, her eyes wide open in death, appeared before Grandpa.

"This is... Female Rick?"

Grandpa, who had been sweating profusely for a short time, breathed a long sigh of relief, because the person who died was not Diane, which was great news for him.

"Relieved now! Ugh! You were just worried I'd kill Diane, weren't you? But why would I do that? Alright, I've given you the gift. Shouldn't we talk about how to get rid of this annoying wall?"

As the clown Rick's smile grew brighter and his mouth opened wider, the chill in Grandpa's heart did not dissipate in the slightest.

This is tricky!

We must notify C137!

Chapter 586 Goodbye

"You go first!"

Why should I speak first?

At the canyon, Morty and Quinn had been locked in a stalemate for two hours. During those two hours, they did nothing but stand face to face, urging each other to speak first.

While the Death Crystal is powerful, allowing one to see their own death with 100% accuracy, it also has significant limitations.

No matter how hard they tried, they could only see a second or two before and after their own death.

They couldn't see the entire death process from the very beginning until the last second or two.

This can be considered fair in a certain sense.

You can know how you die, but you can't know what you have to go through before you die. Otherwise, anyone who possesses a death crystal will inevitably cause endless killings for others.

This led to a very stalemate.

No matter what Morty thought or did, all he could see was that he was going to die, but he couldn't see the whole process, which made him indecisive.

The same applies to Quinn!

[Jesus! Either way, I'm going to die! So is this a certain death trap? No... I don't believe it!]

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Morty looked down at the Death Crystal in his hand. He knew this thing could prevent his death, but he had to give it up now!

Yes! Stop looking at the consequences of your every move!

Damn it... whatever!

The hand that had been tightly gripping the crystal loosened.

This Death Crystal, which would cause a frenzy among countless people if placed outside, was casually tossed on the ground by Morty like trash. He opened his arms and walked step by step toward Quinn.

"Quinn, drop the Death Crystal! Let's have a serious talk! Let's discuss what's happened over the past few months!"

Upon hearing this, she did not abandon the Death Crystal, because she was still too young. Perhaps she had inherited the intelligence of Sanchez's bloodline, as well as the terrifying lifespan of the Great Old Ones.

But she was still too young.

Especially when a person with a naturally high IQ becomes addicted to something, their addiction can be much stronger and harder to break than that of an average person.

death!

Something that no one can escape in their lifetime.

The Grim Reaper, clad in black robes and wielding a scythe, will always be waiting for everyone at the final point, no matter how many billions of years he has lived or what kind of soul he has become.

Eternal sleep is the end of all life.

Do they die and become souls, continuing to live in hell?

That's just another way of being born!

Just like some people who are born with strange memories that occasionally appear in their minds, no one has any answer as to whether this birth marks the end of the previous life.

Quinn, who had never thought about how she would die, became morbidly obsessed with the Death Crystal as soon as she came into contact with it.

Because the lifespan of the Old Ones is simply too long.

Just like someone who can only live for a hundred years cannot imagine what it would be like to live for a thousand years.

For Quinn, who knew in her heart that she could live until the end of the universe, she foresaw her own death at the very beginning of her life.