Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Honey! Don't scare me! Don't scare me! Why are your hands and feet... What are you saying? The Golden Crispy Skin Cult?"

"Darling...Aa ...

"Dad...everyone come quick! Hold him down! Dad seems to be having a health problem! Call an ambulance right now!!!"

These fleet members, forced to return home on leave, saw something different from what they had just seen as their bodies moved uncontrollably.

Without exception, they all saw another world.

In an endless dark space, a bronze dragon statue with raging flames burning below was gradually evolving from one body into two before their eyes.

Even though it's still just a head.

However, the originally normal art style began to become bizarre as the two bodies were finalized.

What truly terrified them was not the eerie statue itself, but a mysterious figure standing behind it, draped in a large yellow robe.

The countless octopus tentacles beneath the yellow robe were trying to entangle and envelop the dragon statue, but there seemed to be an unseen force preventing its invasion.

But as believers, they knew.

The dragon statue is still too weak.

The yellow-clad figure behind it was countless times more powerful than the dragon.

It wants to completely take over the position of the dragon statue; it's just a matter of time!

Suddenly! The man in yellow gave up!

It left behind a complex yellow mark, outlined only by curves, which disappeared without a trace on the dragon statue.

But for these fly people, whether they were acting out of genuine sincerity or simply wanting to survive.

They could sense that yellow mark!

That was Hastur's summons!

The great King in Yellow!

Lord of the Deep Space and Starry Seas!

It symbolizes the distortion of dreams!

Chapter 113 is indeed a dream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Morty woke up from his bed with a scream, his mouth agape. His body slammed against the bed with a loud thud. He was covered in cold sweat, and his wide eyes were filled with terror.

He felt like he had just had a nightmare.

I dreamt that after I woke up, I went to Lao Ke's house and chatted with my grandfather. I had a problem with my self-identity.

Ultimately, he realized that he didn't want to be Morty, but rather to be his true self and realize the dream of a time traveler who would dominate the world.

This is the same dream that countless villains throughout history have shared.

Grandpa silently took out his weapon and began to clean house...

Grandpa's full-power attack made Morty realize just how ridiculous he, as a half-Old One, was in the face of absolute firepower.

He couldn't even last half a minute before his grandfather used antimatter annihilation to turn him to ashes.

This nonsensical dream made Morty wonder if he had been under too much pressure lately.

Even though he's just a nobody in this multiverse, he acts like he's something special, worrying about the Shadow Group and the Cthulhu belief system every day.

To quote a classic saying—is this something to consider when you only earn 3,000 yuan a month?

Perhaps I shouldn't be thinking about these things...

Think about happy things!

Don't dwell on this!

Morty got up and dressed, glanced at the orange-yellow sunrise on the horizon outside the window, opened the window, and took a deep breath of the cool, clean morning air.

He then stepped out of the bedroom and, as was his habit, went to the garage. When he arrived there, he found his grandfather sleeping.

A strange yet familiar feeling made him stand at the door for several seconds before turning around, closing the door, and walking into the restaurant.

Why do I feel like that scene just happened before?

Morty went outside.

Seeing Old Ke loading his luggage into the car, he walked over with some confusion and asked Old Ke what he was planning to do.

"Having watched so many TV programs here, I've developed a strong interest in your world, so I plan to spend eighty years traveling around the world!"

Here, take the key.

"While I'm away, please take care of Kasogesa and her two sisters!"

Old Ke's unusual tone of "I'm leaving, I'm entrusting my wife and children to you" sent a shiver down Morty's spine.

Brother, tell me honestly, are you implying something to me by saying that?

What do you mean by asking me to take care of you?

Just tell me how I should take care of him! Tell me how to handle this situation! Don't make him overthink things, okay?

Suppose that the two sisters invited him to work on the maintenance of the flood discharge outlet, or on the routine maintenance of the paddy fields and irrigation ditches.

Then I would definitely pick up the tools without hesitation.

I threw myself into this job, where I poured my sweat and youth into it.

But you included Kasogsa in the mix...

This is my mother-in-law, your sister and wife!

Are you sure you can just watch these paid episodes whenever you want?

At this moment, Old Ke, who had just boarded the bus, grinned, revealing his big white teeth, and gave a thumbs-up with his right hand, speaking with an air of great pride.

"Relax and don't put too much pressure on yourself!"

"You shall raise my wife and daughter!"

Morty: "Holy shit..."

As soon as Old Ke finished speaking, the orange-yellow light of dawn shone directly on the car, illuminating both the vehicle and Old Ke.

It also showed Morty what true male friendship, where everyone is united, really means.

I'm so...so damn touched!!!

Before Old Ke could drive off, Morty went up to him and gave him a big hug, exchanging a deep, admiring look with him.

Then he patted the older brother on the shoulder.

"Let's go, don't worry!"

"I, Morty, will never betray your trust!"

Watching Old Ke step on the gas and embark on a decades-long world tour, Morty, feeling restless, glanced at the door of Old Ke's house that wasn't fully closed.

hehehe~

Let me see what's inside!

Morty pushed open the door and went inside...

(The following segment has been automatically skipped to avoid being banned again.)

Three hours later, Morty, looking refreshed, was wearing only his underwear, with his shirt draped over his shoulders and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

As he was heading home, he passed by the garage door.

The door slowly opened.

Grandpa said with a displeased look, "I finally get a chance to sleep, and you have to do this kind of thing first thing in the morning. You're really something!"

"If you raise the volume a few more decibels, everyone on this street will hear you!"

Morty, who was in a relaxed state, was too lazy to argue with his grandfather. What could he do now that it had already happened?

Just as Morty was about to go back for a drink of water.

Grandpa spoke again, "Go see your dad. He's a middle-aged man; he cried all night in his room last night."

"Look at him? Why would I look at him? Is he trying to disgust me!"

Morty gets furious at the mention of Jerry. He already dislikes that loser, and usually just ignores him to avoid seeing him.

Now you want me to comfort him?

I'm the one who beat him up!

You want me to comfort him? Doesn't that just mean you want me to apologize?

That's bullshit!

no way!

Morty didn't want to deal with Jerry, so Grandpa spoke up again, saying, "After all, we're family. Do you know what family means?"

That means that no matter what, your family will always be there for you, a strong support, even if they are usually a hopeless case.

"Sometimes I get so angry I want to kill him."

"But upon closer reflection, I realized that without him, the family wouldn't be complete, because he wasn't a bad person at heart, just a bit timid."

Morty: "Are you really my grandfather?"

Morty, who had heard his grandfather's words without missing a single one, wondered if he was hallucinating. Otherwise, why would his grandfather speak up for Jerry, that loser?

Did you make a mistake!

Back in the previous world, that B was the one who completely messed up your positions!

Even after all this, you're still going to speak up for him?

Thinking that the Rick in front of him might be an imposter, Morty immediately took a few steps back.

He wanted to grab a weapon, but discovered that the problem with his personal storage space seemed unresolved, and he didn't have anything that could serve as a weapon...