Even in the face of the apocalypse game's arrival, the core district of the Imperial City remained bustling and prosperous.
The Lannisters, a family of immense influence, owned several luxurious villas in this area.
At this moment, Kean, the young master of the Lannisters, was inside one of these opulent residences, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
"According to the intelligence we've gathered, Jeremy has already entered the instance. We can only seize the divine artifact from his hands once he exits,"
A middle-aged man with a grave expression read tensely from the notebook in his hand.
Kean was seated on a nearby sofa, seemingly more engrossed in savoring the high-end wine from the cabinet than in the man's report.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man finished speaking that Kean finally directed his gaze toward him.
"Is that all?" Kean inquired.
"That's all..." the man replied nervously.
