Damien chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he took in Moren's outburst.
Typical.
This was exactly why he despised simps.
They were weak.
Not just in strength, but in character.
They didn't have bonds—not the kind that actually mattered. They lacked the camaraderie, the brotherhood that real men built with one another. The kind of friendships that pushed them forward, that made them better.
Instead, they were lapdogs.
Pathetic creatures who existed solely to chase after women's validation, desperately clinging to the scraps of attention they were occasionally thrown.
And yet—
They lacked the qualifications to even earn that attention in the first place.
Moren was a perfect example.
Socially awkward. Lazy. Weak-willed. The kind of guy who never had the drive to stand on his own, so he latched onto those around him, forming shallow alliances with others who were just like him.
Because at the end of the day—
Simps always found one another.
