Rubedo kept his expression entirely neutral. He rested his arms on the console and watched the glowing halo bob across the monitor. He processed the bizarre statement without showing any outward reaction.
"You expect me to believe that," Rubedo said.
"I am telling you the truth," the Radiant Monarch replied. His floating golden hands gestured wildly. "Calculus is completely destroying my schedule right now."
'He is attempting a psychological trick,' Rubedo thought. 'He wants me to lower my defenses before he launches an orbital strike.'
Rubedo analyzed the logic behind the statement. The deception sounded incredibly stupid. All the gods on the server, with the sole exception of Rubedo himself, were players summoned from Earth and permanently trapped inside the game.
They were forced to act as deities and create their own civilizations to survive. Nobody possessed the ability to leave.
