A Sea King who did not want to marry Heph... ahem, who did not want to become the King of Gods was not a good King of the Underworld.
Poseidon sat down angrily under the speechless gazes of the gods, disdainful of this bunch of unambitious salted fish. Perhaps he did not have a chance, but he had no regrets, because he had worked hard for his dream.
In terms of ambition, he, Poseidon, was far ahead of everyone else. He had the heart of a King of Gods and had taken action. He was one step closer to his dream.
Besides, it was not as if he had no chance at all. Look, he was only this close to becoming the King of Gods!
"I cast two votes for Hades."
Hades coldly cast two votes for himself. He would choose neither Russell nor Athena, and Aphrodite was even more impossible.
Thus, even though he knew he had no chance, he still voted for himself.
This was King of the Underworld Hades's final stubbornness!
At this point, only two serious candidates for King of Gods remained: Russell and Athena. Aphrodite was merely there to make up the numbers.
Several of the Twelve Olympians already had their preferred candidates. Under the breathless gazes of the gods, they cast their two decisive votes, determining the future of the world.
First was Hephaestus. Looking at his like-minded brother, his nominal wife, and the woman of his dreams, he was torn and had no idea whom to choose.
In the end, Hephaestus gritted his teeth and made his decision, nodding heavily at Russell. "I, Hephaestus... cast one vote each for Athena and Aphrodite!"
Russell: You really were such a clever little genius!
This divine maneuver left all the gods speechless.
Hestia, who was counting