Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

If I had just honestly handed over a little bit of authority, I could have used my brain to build a machine and escaped from this dream long ago!

Now it's all good!

Morty has regained control!

Happy now!

The King in Yellow, whose body and face were completely hidden beneath its yellow robes, stopped its movements, remained silent for a few seconds, and then silently launched its attack on Morty.

It's different when fighting Grandpa in the Dream.

Because the amount of attack a single object can withstand is actually limited.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a width of less than 1 meter, imagine 100,000 tentacles the size of three football fields launching an attack simultaneously.

A collision is inevitable, and the car will eventually get stuck.

Therefore, when the King in Yellow was fighting the Dream Grandpa, only a few tentacles attacked at the same time.

But faced with Morty's move, which immediately unleashed an attack of billions of miscellaneous objects, the Yellow King's tentacles finally had the opportunity to unleash their full power.

Hundreds of thousands of tentacles emerged from the ground, piercing the earth like bayonets, and then began to swing rapidly after rising to a height of thousands of meters.

The tentacles swung rapidly and eventually began to rotate, creating a gust of wind.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be engulfed in a massive, collective black tornado.

Except for one man who was already trembling in the garage.

Even Grandpa Dream was blown away by this gale, like a piece of waste paper facing a level twelve gale.

Only Morty remained motionless.

Because if you were in your own dream and were swayed by someone else's attack, that would be a complete joke!

Did you make a mistake!

This is my own brain!

Morty raised his hand and pressed down, and the raging wind in the entire area instantly disappeared, leaving only the tentacles spinning faster and faster, in a comical and ridiculous manner.

"Hastur! Hold on! I think we can talk!"

Morty called out to the King in Yellow, intending to talk to him. It wasn't that he had suddenly become kind-hearted, but rather that the name "Your sudden appearance in my mind was quite unexpected."

I need to find out exactly what happened.

I've never seen a normal person rush into action before understanding the truth of the matter, have I?

So naturally, Morty had to ask for clarification.

Seeing that the King in Yellow remained silent, Morty asked three more times.

Faced with this unanswered response, Morty knew what to do next.

Since you don't want to talk about it, let's beat you up first and then ask you!

Anyway, this is my brain!

With a thought, Morty conjured a 500-meter-long Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, eager to experience the thrill of close combat.

He picked up the long sword, which was as tall as a skyscraper.

He simply cut off one of Hastur's tentacles.

After making a few slashes, he realized that this was too slow and that he was being watched. Feeling a bit foolish, he slapped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade instantly split into five hundred pieces.

After rotating them, start cutting in all directions.

Morty reached out with his right hand and grabbed the King in Yellow, who was originally far away from him, and shrunk to about 1.6 meters tall, his neck being tightly gripped.

"Alright, alright, let's have a proper chat."

"Um...your face is so dark...would you mind if I took off this hood?"

"You guys who like to wear hoodies, do your faces start to absorb light once you put this thing on?"

When Morty reached out to remove the Yellow King's hood.

The latter's hand suddenly grabbed the former's hand.

"Huh? You want to...fuck!!!"

The sensation of volcanic lava splashing onto his hand made Morty swear, and his right hand instinctively tried to shake off the other person's hand.

But the next second, he realized it was a dream and used his mind to erase the molten lava-like temperature.

"What other tricks do you have? Bring them on!"

"I'll see how I lose to you outsiders in my dream!"

"You little punk, wearing a hoodie doesn't make you think you're so tough. Today, I'll show you...~!!!"

"Holy crap! Is this... a whole bunch of Great Old Ones?!"

When Morty tried to remove the Yellow King's hood for the second time, a huge shadow in the sky made Morty turn around abruptly.

Upon seeing this, Morty was stunned.

From their familiar acquaintance, the giant toad, to the utterly unfamiliar monsters like Avgomon with its large eyes, a total of more than twenty creatures that would be considered major bosses in any game appeared in the sky as a group.

Seeing this, Morty himself wondered if his grandfather had really screwed them over badly.

Otherwise, why would they bring their whole family into this?

[This is insane! My brain's practically fried after this fight...]

What should we do now...?

"Human, are you interested in making a deal?"

"Curses, plagues, world-ending events—we're experts in all of them!"

"The price is that you have to summon us frequently, how about that?"

The seductive tone of a certain Great Old One made a question slowly emerge in Morty's mind. As for why it wasn't on his forehead?

He was worried about being seen...

Chapter 118 The Periodic Table

Q: What do you do if more than twenty big bosses, who could kill you with a single hair, suddenly come knocking on your door, wanting to become your underlings?

A: There's definitely something fishy about this!

Morty doesn't consider himself handsome enough to be at the multiverse level, the level where even the Great Old Ones would fall for him.

So this group of guys who came hand in hand clearly looked like they were ready to be his lackeys and underlings.

There must be their own interests involved.

With my tiny arms and legs, even if they were to eat me as caviar, I'd probably still be a tiny bit too small.

So these guys must have come for the divine fire that Grandpa mentioned.

Then there's the thought that every time I wake up, I inevitably go to Old Wang's... Old Ke's house, and have a pleasant morning conversation with three of the most famous beauties in the Cthulhu world.

Later, when he passed by the garage door, he was hated and killed by his grandfather.

This technique, if played for a longer period of time...

By planting a subconscious seed within himself and exploiting his wariness of all Ricks, he will inevitably trigger a crisis of trust between himself and his grandfather.

And by then...

The fire of the divine kingdom will surely be ignited!

Hmm, after lighting it... why would lighting this fire lead to being hunted down by all technologically advanced civilizations...?

Thinking of this, Morty glanced at his own house, and his resentment towards Jerry deepened.

If only this guy had a slightly better memory...

I wrote down my grandfather's detailed explanation and then told it to myself.

Why should I be so passive?

Morty remained silent for a long time, but time did not stop around them. The Great Old Ones exchanged glances and decided to intensify their efforts.

"Motty, I know you have concerns, and you probably think there's no such thing as a free lunch, so let's be frank with you."

Do you know why people create technology?

Upon hearing this, the guy gasped, because he could smell in the air a scent that seemed to say, "Listen to how I'm going to talk nonsense with you."

Morty: "No, no, no, you big shots all have lifespans of billions of years. I know I can't win an argument with you all, so don't ask questions, don't lead the conversation, just say it."

The giant toad, Satogua, the creature with boundless patience for humans, spoke in a somewhat harsh voice.

"Because of Hastur's reckless behavior, Rick outside already knows what we're doing, so he's trying to cut off some kind of connection between us and you."

This also means that we may not have a second chance to talk to you about these things.

As it spoke, the giant toad stretched out its right hand, covered in black hair, and wrote the Arabic numeral '2' in the air with black mist.

Does the number 2 represent a quantifier in mathematics?

"But this number will cause a very big problem once it is used in a real-world situation."

The giant toad took two steps forward. It had a pair of bat ears, was covered in soft black fur, and had a human-shaped body with a toad-like belly. Its gait was somewhat comical, and its back seemed unable to stand up straight, like a toad trying to walk upright.

But Morty didn't laugh.

He vaguely felt that he had guessed what the giant toad was trying to express.

That is...

"If I told you that the two steps I take are called two meters, and the two steps you take are also called two meters, wouldn't you feel that the standard for length is starting to get confused?"

【really...】

Upon hearing this, Morty immediately understood.

The fire of the divine kingdom should be understood in the simplest way possible.

That is, everyone went back to the era of worshipping gods.