Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Having experienced the allure of the multiverse, who would want to return to being a frog in a well?

Even if it's troublesome, we still have to bear it, right?

After beating up Jerry, Morty, in a great mood, hummed a little tune and walked into the garage with a Coke in his hand.

Grandpa is currently fiddling with something at the workbench in the garage.

Morty leaned closer to take a look.

A black, pyramid-shaped metal object reflected a deep red light under a UV lamp on the workbench.

It's a very strange thing.

Morty gave himself an assessment.

"Rick, what is this?"

"I don't know either, so I'm hoping to try my luck with you."

"Forehead..."

Morty admitted that he earned two benefits from doing one thing.

Even killing a fly can lead to the discovery of a system of deity worship.

My luck is truly off the charts.

But that doesn't mean you can just throw something at me that you can't even figure out yourself and expect me to solve it.

"Come on, come on, carry it with you whenever you have free time, just in case you suddenly have some kind of interaction with it?"

When Morty saw his grandfather throw the small black pyramid directly at him, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

You're one of Rick Sanchez's guys!

If you can't even understand this, how can you expect me to make it clear for you?

Of course, even so, it's clear to anyone with eyes that if they find a way to unlock this mysterious thing, they can reap some benefits.

Morty, of course, didn't stand on ceremony and readily accepted the gifts.

I tossed it into my pocket and checked with Grandpa again to see if there was anything else to do today.

Morty then walked out of the garage.

He has indeed been exhausted these past few days.

Perhaps taking a break is a good option.

at the same time.

At the multi-dimensional customs, the Fly Man fleet, which had successfully passed through customs and returned to its fleet base, was reporting the events of their mission to their superiors.

"You mean you encountered a very powerful Morty who could somehow pass through the hull, or even destroy a Sub-Light class cruiser directly in space?"

"That's right..."

"Then he inexplicably let you go and allowed you to leave, but then you ran into Rick's ambush, and in the end Rick let you go too?"

"No...that's right..."

"Military police! Seize him! Take him to the Imperial Prison! Await trial!"

"I'm telling the truth!! Really!!!"

Eight fly-men swarmed forward, subdued the commander, and dragged him away from the hall, which was as big as a football field, like a dead dog.

The other commanders and their subordinates who participated in the meeting withdrew their indifferent gazes from this guy and instead looked at the commander's subordinates with greedy eyes.

A fleet commander and a warship captain are not on the same level.

Now a commander has been imprisoned.

Therefore, this vacancy will inevitably be left open.

Secondly, this fleet suffered heavy losses and will inevitably need to be replenished with a new batch of personnel.

When the leader of a small group is captured and the situation is unstable, it is the perfect time for certain people to take this chicken leg and eat it themselves.

[Long live the great Mitchell family!]

Glory belongs to Lord Lei Luo!

Maguire will win!

The henchmen of the empire's deeply entrenched factions are already plotting how to bring this fleet under their control.

Two things were completely ignored.

Firstly, since this fleet is a third-line force, even if it previously belonged to another small family, it is destined that a large portion of its members will only be loyal to themselves.

Secondly, the matter of Morty Cthulhu was kept secret from everyone in the fleet.

This was learned from information within the Galactic Empire.

Any creature in the Cthulhu universe that has corrupted its body or soul will face immediate execution.

Therefore, considering that the entire fleet seemed to have worshipped Morty and joined his Golden Crispy Noodles Cult, they could only take advantage of Rick's ambush to force an overload and destroy the databases on all the ships.

The intention was to completely erase this matter.

What to do next?

As long as we can communicate, it's not a big deal!

That depends on what conditions Mortiti offers!

How difficult could a request from Morty be?

How much desire can he possibly have?

What is it that Rick cannot do?

Chapter 111 Dream

"Ugh... I'm so bored..."

"I'm actually starting to find everyday life boring..."

Morty thought that after being so tired these past few days, he could finally get a good night's sleep and then, like a lazy cat, while away some of this pleasant time.

Yes! Absolutely not!

First of all, the Shadow Group is like a thorn in Morty's side.

That mysterious organization was so difficult that even Grandpa spent many years trying to find it. What's even more terrifying is that C137 believed the organization was fake.

Such a mastermind villain is hiding in the shadows.

Morty, who had put himself in the protagonist's shoes, would never tolerate this.

What if one day, a bunch of monsters and demons suddenly break down the door and wreak havoc on me?

This matter must be decided using Tang San's idealistic value system—the path of choosing death.

In other words, you don't seem to pose a threat to me right now, but if you don't recruit me into your conspiracy, you will definitely harm me in the future!

I have to kill you all first!

Secondly, the fact that he had unexpectedly given Morty a fleet of Flymen, and the matter of the Kryptonian mythological belief system, made Morty somewhat uneasy.

He knew he was at most a half-Old One.

In the Kreece mythology, most of the Great Old Ones were sealed away by the Old Gods, and even the strongest Old Gods were no match for world-destroying beings like Azathoth.

According to what my grandfather said.

Once those fly-men begin to spread Cthulhu's corruption in their universe, I, as the only demigod of this outcast religion, will inevitably become connected with the Cthulhu world.

In time, some people will notice me and use me as a bridge to come to me, or go to another universe.

These two things are on my mind, but for now, there's nothing I can do.

It certainly made Moty very uneasy.

Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling for a full minute. His whole body was restless, and he felt that continuing to lie there was not a good idea.

Get up and get dressed.

I glanced at the sun that had just risen on the horizon, its crimson light perhaps the first time I had ever seen the sun rise since I had traveled here.

Sigh~ I need to check on Grandpa's situation.

Moty pushed open the door and went downstairs to the garage.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his grandfather sleeping in a chair, wrapped in a red blanket. His usually serious face was now filled with sleepiness, even the corners of his eyes were drooping.

This is the first time Morty has seen his grandfather sleeping since he traveled through time six months ago.

He felt he could finally dismiss a certain suspicion in his mind.

He had never seen his grandfather sleep before, and he thought his grandfather must have modified him into a robot.

It seems that Grandpa still needs to sleep.

However, since Grandpa is sleeping, it doesn't seem appropriate for me to go up and wake him up right now.

Bored, Morty peered out of the dining room through the garage door, knowing that the Kree family definitely didn't need to sleep.

Because they either don't sleep at all, or they sleep for millions of years at a time...

So Morty went.

When he arrived, he discovered that Old Ke's family was packing their things!

But upon closer inspection, something seemed a little off...

"Old Ke? You...you're moving out?"

As Old Ke was stuffing his packed luggage into a seven-seater van, his wife, wearing a white bathrobe, held a cup of coffee in her hand, sipping it while looking up at the sky.

I heard Morty's voice.

Old Ke responded with an incredibly carefree smile.

"It's nothing, I just recently felt like we should separate for a few decades. I'm going out to have some fun, and she'll just stay here and meet another high-ranking primate male."