Loki: In the End, I Will Always Be the Winner

Outside the Capitol Building plaza, a low-pressure atmosphere spread through the crowd. People kept checking the livestreams on their phones, unwilling to believe the gap in votes could be so large.

Evans had only been ten votes away from formally defeating He-El and becoming president.

No matter what, they could not understand how this had happened.

The entire world supported He-El, supported this great man who was about to change the world. Only Congress and the electors were abnormal. This was the strangest presidential election in history.

From the very beginning, electors had repeatedly switched sides. It was practically as if they were toying with the public. What did they take the people's wishes for?

Did they no longer care about their political careers or even their lives?

Even the crowd could not understand what they were doing. Like clowns, they had made many people furious.

Anger and dissatisfaction were building up. They could not understand what those in power were doing.

"It's moving! He-El's votes are moving!!!" someone suddenly cried out after noticing that, following the stall at 170 votes, numerous legislators had abruptly begun casting their votes for him.

"Beverly Pierce, well done! My vote for you as an elector wasn't wasted!" someone shouted, punching a fist into the sky.

The oppressive atmosphere among the crowd began to transform into fiery excitement.

"Keep going!!! Keep going!!!"

"Keep voting for He-El!"

"Don't vote for Evans!!"

The masses roared into the sky with all their might. Excited flushes appeared on their faces, their eyes shone brighter and brighter, and they looked forward to a miracle, to hope, to a cinematic comeback from the brink of death.

"I believe He-El will become president!"

Inside the assembly hall.

The electors who had begun to regain consciousness looked at Evans with lingering fear