Another One Here to Die

As for whether there would be a generational mismatch when he regarded Odin as his grandfather and Leech also regarded Odin as his grandfather, the Asgardians saw no problem with it.

Barbarians did not fuss over empty formalities. Although Odin was an oddity, he was essentially a barbarian too—at most, a cultured barbarian.

Daisy called Bor Uncle and Odin Grandpa. She set the example, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it. Everyone handled their own relationships separately.

Baldy, who cherished his life and feared death, was definitely not on the same wavelength as Odin. The God King's claim to having the greatest wisdom in the Nine Realms was no boast; with one glance, he saw through Baldy's cowardly nature. Odin had initially looked down on him.

But Baldy was shameless!

Stark and Odin had naturally high compatibility. Even arguing could raise their favorability. They only needed to chat a little and drink some tea, and their favorability would be maxed out.

Baldy did not receive that treatment, but these days, there was no problem that flattery could not solve. Through tireless effort, he started from zero and maxed it out as well!

After work that day, Baldy entered the care center and first greeted his real grandfather.

He was not the only one taking advantage of Odin's weakness to grind favorability. The Asgardian warrior and Earth goddess, Sif, was also there.

Thor had taken that wild woman, Jane Foster, to Asgard, which made things terribly awkward for Sif. Call it playing the victim or caring for the elderly—either way, Sif had stayed on Earth lately and had become fairly familiar with Baldy.

Whenever she had nothing to do, Sif would stroll around in front of Odin, letting the old man see it. *Your son is fooling around