Grandpa really hadn't lied to me. This bunch of Ricks learned ridiculously fast—like they'd turned on an intelligence cheat...
Morty rarely played board games, but he knew a little economics and had played Monopoly a few times. Strictly speaking, Monopoly was not exactly one of his strengths.
But he understood its similarities to the real world.
The winner took all.
Whoever seized even the slightest advantage first—even just a tiny one! As long as they bought a property before everyone else and started collecting money faster, their odds of winning grew.
So the backdoor Grandpa had given him let him move six spaces every time, allowing him to claim the best resources before anyone else.
It also meant that the resources in his hands had already begun snowballing.
But... the old Ricks were not a bunch of idiots, much less NPCs who could be pushed around at will.
Without communication devices, they shouted back and forth and settled on pooling most of their resources onto one person.
1 vs. 11.
With the support of ten people's resources, Number 1 was gradually catching up in terms of money, while the other Ricks exploited loopholes in the rules to make up for their own lack of resources.
It looked as if things were about to enter a deadlock that would leave both sides tearing their hair out.
But in reality, once Number 1 obtained as many resources as Morty, it meant Morty would have virtually no chance of winning!
At a time like this, shaking the enemy's morale and stirring up internal conflict among them became especially important!
Having already lapped Number 1, Morty rolled another "6," walked over to Number 12, and began his first stab in the back.
"Rick, I know you probably think I'm talking to you because I'm