Truth Equals 42

As Fifu made the animation, he watched all of this unfold.

The entire world was under his surveillance. Every exchange between those who swore to protect the truth of history was under his control.

"Protect it? With what? Once tonight is over, it'll be time for the memory purge."

Fifu could multitask endlessly. He allocated some processing power to deal with these people, while devoting most of his attention to studying Sabi technology.

This matter was far too trivial, so it was never reported to Lan Mu. It was no exaggeration to say that no matter what this group did, as long as Fifu wished it, once Judgment Day began, they would not be able to preserve anything.

According to the plan already decided by the Blue White Society, global memory deletion would begin once Lan Mu's mandatory period ended.

The minor details would be left to Fifu. He had to ensure that every piece of evidence vanished completely.

Of course, that new mythology was indeed an artistic treasure. Destroying all of it would be a pity.

As an intelligent lifeform, Fifu habitually archived everything, so there would certainly be backups in his database afterward. He would also leave one copy in a Containment Base. Perhaps one day, it would see the light of day again.

As for the compilers, it was absolutely impossible for them to pass it down.

It was precisely because Fifu was so confident in his own intelligence that he underestimated humanity.

At that moment, the people under his surveillance called themselves the Guardians of Truth.

After making a round of cringe-filled, passionate vows, they began assigning tasks.

The Historical Text Protection Plan was entrusted to forty-two primary compilers. The forty-two of them were codenamed: Truth 42.

The part that made their absurdly serious, cringe-filled attitude