Early the next morning.
Caesar reached the mountain summit, panting, and looked up at the majestic mansion before him, unable to suppress a silent curse in his heart.
Thousands of steps, with flying prohibited and a restriction that sealed divine power along the way, forcing him, as a guest, to rely on sheer physical strength to climb up, almost costing him half his life.
What kind of broken rule is this?
While muttering in his heart, Caesar's thoughts inadvertently drifted back to last night.
Due to making a small fortune during the day through his keen eye, he was in an excellent mood at night, ready to go to bed and discuss philosophy and the art of making money with the God of Sleep.
Unexpectedly, the priest from the Pantheon suddenly paid a visit and handed him an invitation, saying that a big figure from the Claudius family wanted to see him this morning.
Currently, the ruler of the Roman Empire is Claudius I.
