Even Thor himself, the person directly involved, was a little stunned, let alone the ordinary Gods watching from the sidelines. They looked at one another, and after tearfully lamenting Zeus's divine fall, they did not know whether they ought to celebrate Thor taking office as their new leader.
Fortunately, to these ordinary Gods, Thor could barely count as one of their own. After all, Asgard had once been one of Earth's most powerful pantheons. Although Thor looked very young, his strength was still acceptable; otherwise, there was no way he could have killed Zeus.
So in the end, these ordinary Gods chose to accept Thor. As the first voice shouted out, the same cry soon echoed throughout the entire hall.
"Thor!"
"Thor!"
"Thor!"
"No, Zeus just died. Do they really have to start cheering this fast?" Pietro looked at the behavior of the Gods around them and could not help but complain, somewhat speechless.
"Maybe it's their custom?" Harry Osborn said hesitantly from the side. "Besides, from the very beginning, I felt like these Gods weren't quite right. Their presence is a little too weak. Forget comparing them to our transformed states—even compared to the strength I had as a Super Soldier after being modified, plenty of them probably couldn't beat me..."
What Harry Osborn said now was not because he was too arrogant, but because that was simply the truth. Why had so many ordinary Gods obeyed Zeus without question? It was because their strength really was very weak.
Originally, there had never been a single standard for the definition of a god. Earth's gods could be called gods, the Celestials could be called gods, and cosmic gods could likewise be called gods.
And in this hall, many of the Gods were only a little stronger than ordinary people.