[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-118":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427893,689,"Chapter 118","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-118",118,"\u003Cp>“Come at me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang, clang, clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword and spear clashed several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance was rough and strong. Even stronger than most people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was a trained soldier as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was difficult to overpower with strength using just one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then, how?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought while fighting and executed his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deflect. Deflect the strong attacks and pierce the openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found the optimal path, thrust his sword, and retreated to observe the reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feet moved swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw an opening, he brought down his heavy sword in a downward strike, showcasing the essence of the Tangum style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang, clang, clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance blocked the strike with his spear shaft and tried to trip him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a more familiar fight for Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he fought countless times against Finn’s Ail Caraz style combat technique?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had also learned Valaf-Style martial arts and became familiar with ground techniques, often referred to as ‘bed techniques’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked Vengeance’s foot and aimed at the opening, striking hard with his sword against the spear blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear blade tilted sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he forced the sword to the opponent’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound of something snapping came from the left arm muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, your left hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trained it regularly. When not seen often. It was my secret weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepared excuses always sound good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeating the day so many times, he became skilled at giving excuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the sudden spar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know, I just felt like having a bout while watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t he just practicing the basics?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there anything impressive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just stepping, thrusting, and slashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance had nothing to say either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Encrid was already ahead of him in rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In skill and character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t hate the guy since he saved him during the fire at the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered why Encrid was also good with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why is he good with his left hand too?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, something seemed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, it’s weird.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, who could understand an explanation like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance cursed himself and tried to find better words, finally expressing what he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It feels like a dead sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the best he could do. Explaining further would likely result in a string of awkward words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what more could he say to someone who fought better than him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But looking at the situation, it was quite a ridiculous scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had suddenly challenged Encrid to a fight, lost, and now he was blaming his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it’s just that—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid cut him off and began staring blankly into space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his eyes were open, his mind seemed elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance felt wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t approached out of jealousy or envy. Vengeance had been sincere at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like when he first held a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the excitement when he first joined the army and swung his spear morning and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood boiled, and he couldn’t sit still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guy with a shattered right wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard that after returning from a brutal mission, Encrid would spar with his platoon members before going to bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of person. He must have been injured and exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was he pushing himself so hard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why was he smiling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t jealousy or envy, it was pure, unbridled excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Encrid, who had been staring into space, spoke. Then he looked at the dumbfounded Vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance blinked and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was he thanking him for? Anyway, he was definitely a strange guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman obsessed with training—a fitting nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certainly better than being called the “Squad Leader of Enchantment”.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid realized something from Vengeance’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Inexperience.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt discord as he retraced the path he had walked in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of recognizing and correcting mistakes, he had been too busy swinging his sword every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he didn’t know a better way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a matter of sensitivity. There was a difference in sensation between the right and left hands, even down to the fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the first step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Starting with meals.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting with using a spoon and fork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also knew a training method that involved using the fingertip sensation and arm muscles together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hide Knife.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good. This would be the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais’s voice rang out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Growl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther showed hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank the Gods for letting us meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, there was Mitch Hurrier, who hadn’t been so immersed in religion before, now standing in his way, soaking wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he tried to escape, the day would just reset to the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall he had to overcome with just his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words were unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer lay in fighting with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid fought silently. He swung his sword, tried to trip his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to memorize his opponent’s patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain, darkness, the abyss, death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dying and waking up again, he started living with his left hand from the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais asked, tilting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feeding myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hurt your right fingers too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m just not using them. They won’t heal if I use them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s excessive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, that was a hastily made-up excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been twenty days since he started living with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, Vengeance requested to spar a few more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the face of a soldier who admired pure martial strength, driven by his boiling blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After twenty days, it was only today that Vengeance stopped calling his technique a dead sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Thanks to you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword and died again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died, died, and died again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed a change on the ninetieth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Different.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would walking the path he had walked with his right hand with his left lead to the same results?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Encrid of then and the Encrid of now were vastly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus Point.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immersion, training that involved delving deep within oneself while swinging the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A body changed through the Isolation Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immersion and a changed body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Heart of the Beast that helped him maintain his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How his body moved, which direction the trembling blade pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At such times, how much did his body move?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeat, repeat, repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in the midst of training so repetitive it could be considered tedious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid faced a moment he had never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade moved exactly as he intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized that he could roughly mimic the basic forms of the Correct Sword Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precise, heavy, fast, smooth, and strangely fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body moved on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn’t be defined in just one word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It required the skill to use one’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ability to forget everything and focus was part of talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even have the capacity to feel pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword moved on its own, finding its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body moved on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to look around. Even while moving like this, he could sense the gazes of those around him watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something he experienced by refining a meager talent through effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something he was experiencing for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something he might never have experienced in his lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adding sensitivity to the balance provided by immersion, physical training, and composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid realized that his swordsmanship had advanced dramatically in just one day, rather than through repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he saw what he lacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he need to fill that gap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply swinging the sword wouldn’t suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to make the Hide Knife a natural extension of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was back to repetition. Seeing what he lacked clearly didn’t change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he repeated the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, the days were boring, sometimes they were grueling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Can I really do this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid felt joy as he retraced the path he had taken with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing himself grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing fueled him more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a day when he felt he had sharpened his senses and was finally ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s spar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance challenged him, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, he was a friend who challenged him every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deflected the spear blade and swung his sword up, making it seem like the blade bent like a snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade stopped just in front of Vengeance’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, it’s your left hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always trained it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance fell silent at the familiar excuse, similar to what he’d heard on other days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How can he do this with his left hand?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t lament. He had simply admired Encrid’s skill and asked to spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance spoke honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m thinking I need to work hard when I get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, Encrid looked at him blankly for a moment before showing a gentle smile. He had a face that was handsome enough to be envied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure. Then one day, even Jenny will come around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he get worked up so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jenny was Vengeance’s trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid laughed and pushed him away, and Vengeance chuckled as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I should at least let him confess to Jenny.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he shouldn’t die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whistle blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one hundred and twelfth day began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravel crunched underfoot as Mitch Hurrier appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais was a bit late today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the days repeated, they weren’t always the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it didn’t matter whether Krais was late or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strapped his sword to his right hip and gripped the hilt with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is, well. Should I call it lucky?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier muttered as he looked at Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, he forgot the sound of the whistle, Mitch Hurrier, Vengeance, Esther, and Krais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even forgot himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused solely on the sword. The sword and the opponent, the line connecting the dots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is speed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade met the scabbard with a sharp sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the sound even finished, the sword drew an optimal path and descended toward Mitch Hurrier’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound rang in Encrid’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the split second of time, he entered a state of immersion, unleashing his full power in a preemptive strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strike could be said to be better than what he could currently do with his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier’s sword was drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka-clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crossed swords, Encrid pushed with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch’s feet slid back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he took another step, he would have fallen. But he stood his ground, and Encrid closed the distance without giving him a chance to withdraw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the distance so much that there was no need to extend his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid released his grip on his sword and grabbed Mitch Hurrier’s hand, which held the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he squeezed with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A satisfying sound of bone friction was heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You crazy bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier kneed Encrid in the thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid tried to maintain his grip on Mitch’s hand, but he was forced to retreat after taking a punch to the cheekbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That punch was sharp.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Esther!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he retreated, he called out, and the quick-witted panther sprang forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sword!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a command to attack, you panther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, who was already watching Encrid’s reckless actions with disdain, responded to her name and dashed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the following shout, she bit down hard on the grip of Encrid’s sword and tossed it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther had to use all her strength for this simple action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, her magic was off, and her body wasn’t in its normal state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, clatter. Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword flew low and landed just a step in front of Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear landed where Esther had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from an enemy soldier behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the soldier tried to kick Esther with his foot after stabbing the ground with his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Vengeance blocked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do you think you’re going, bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy soldier, face to face with Vengeance, snorted, and they started trading spear thrusts, punches, and kicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of this, Encrid picked up his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is your hand okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, who had a splint on his right wrist, asked the question, though it might not have been the most suitable one for him to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier twisted his lips into a snarl, glaring at Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the recent clash, his thumb had been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a functional thumb, he couldn’t properly grip his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch looked at his broken thumb and then back at his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he noticed that Encrid was holding the sword with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he always been left-handed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t seem to be the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they fought before, he used his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had fought with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering this, the situation seemed all the more absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, but I’m ambidextrous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier said as he switched the sword to his other hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, naturally, was holding the sword with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, me too, starting today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the repeated days, he had become quite accustomed to using his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me AND read further chapters here: \u002Frevengerscans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2286,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","7735a6d892280091144579e4174219869113e9c916bb153810c307f0f0ba2eff","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-119","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-117",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]