Mobius, So You Have Your Simp Days Too
"Duck Duke, the Emperor, and Zaro."
The enormous Lion sat before the computer, its paw, larger than Vina's head, constantly tapping away at the keyboard. Each claw could easily press the keys it needed.
Vina stared blankly at her family's guardian deity.
At that moment, Gawain looked like Lu Mingfei holding a keyboard—spirited and imposing, as though he were about to sweep aside Caesar, Chu Zihang, and the rest with effortless flair.
Russell lit a cigarette beside him.
The Lion did not mind. It bit down on it, then frowned.
With his lung capacity and mouth, a cigarette was basically no different from a toothpick.
"Not strong enough."
After thinking for a moment, Russell switched it out for a cigar.
Only then did Gawain seem somewhat satisfied.
In just a short while, he had logged into the computer and scammed three Beast Lords.
That was not to say he could only scam three of them.
It was mainly because most Beast Lords lived far from civilization. Only these three hung around major cities.
The Emperor—a famous musical superstar who had played piano atop Leithanien's towers centuries ago, a Kami of the music world.
Duck Duke was a renowned Columbian investor, entrepreneur, and master of the "Power of Ducks." He came and went without a trace, loved amusing himself at others' expense, and practically had "troublemaker" written across his face.
Zaro was the only Wolf Lord who considered worldly power part of a spokesperson's overall qualifications. Naturally, he was also the one who could least afford to lose.
Since they were close to modern civilization, these three were the easiest to contact, which was why they fell for it the fastest.
"Anyway, let's start with these three. If there are too many, you