[{"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-119":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},427894,689,"Chapter 119","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-119",119,"\u003Cp>‘Now, it’s even.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have the confidence to win against Mitch Hurrier, whose hands were intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awakening to his talents, he retraced the path his right hand had taken with his left, moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after all this, can he use his left hand as well as his right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, can he handle the full power of Mitch Hurrier’s dual-wielding with one hand on his sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s experienced this countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Mitch Hurrier had no bad habits, despite whatever he had been up to. It’s hard to read his patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basics still seemed to be Correct Sword Technique and Tangum style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s foundation was in the Middle Sword Technique. The disadvantage was still on his side, using a middle sword one-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Mitch had lost his thumb, he could still grip the sword with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things went south, he could endure the pain and swing his sword a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No choice then.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d love to cleanly behead him with his sword, but if that’s not possible, he’d have to show the Valen Mercenary Sword Technique, a dirty fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, just a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was sincere. He felt a bit sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch saw him as an obstacle in his path forward, as both a rival and an opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt this enough from just a few words exchanged. He even remembered his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even seemed glad to see him, as if he had been waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he sensed from Mitch was a fighting spirit wanting to confirm what he had built up with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Really, I’m sorry.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had already confirmed everything. Mitch’s skills, what he had accumulated, and his fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he realized the chance of winning lay in a dirty fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he spend another day honing his skills, breaking down his opponent with swordsmanship using his left hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spending today, uncertain of how long it might take?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid felt there was no point in staying in the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To advance further, his left hand needed a new opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier was a good opponent, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ve extracted all I can from him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he couldn’t read Mitch’s patterns, he had memorized a few habits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still a strange guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever his left eyebrow moved, an attack would soon follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he finished speaking, Mitch charged at him with a swift kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As predicted, no, as certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid kicked the ground with his toes as Mitch finished his sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pebble flew toward Mitch’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch deflected the pebble with his sword, slightly staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, his reaction was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid planted his sword in the ground, flicked his waist, and thrust forward with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whistle dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pathetic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch growled, twisting his sword several times. His eyes were sharp to the point of being frightening. The whistle dagger was also useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time, he was within sword range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pulled out his sword and thrust it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch twisted his body and swung his sword. It was a quick diagonal slash, so fast that the blade seemed to bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, observing the trajectory, pulled his sword to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang, crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment of impact, he felt the lack of strength and angled his blade away, targeting Mitch’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier was wielding his sword with both hands, while Encrid used only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he began to give way, Encrid attempted to deflect with the Tangum style, and Mitch, sensing this, pressed in with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid let go of his sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he aimed to close the distance by exploiting the gap, there was a sound of feet kicking the ground, and Mitch’s body wavered before disappearing backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had anticipated this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch retreated and slashed downward with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid kicked the sword he had dropped on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a calculated move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grip hooked onto his instep, and the blade shot forward, targeting Mitch’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, one learns not to let go of their sword. That’s a basic principle of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, those handling illusion swords might drop their swords and engage in this kind of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To kick it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an unconventional move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a shout, Mitch caught the downward slash with one hand and slashed downward as if chopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used the gauntlet on his other hand to block the tip of the sword Encrid had kicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he blocked, he twisted the tip of the sword to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected of Mitch Hurrier. Although the back of his gauntlet was slightly dented, it didn’t appear to have suffered any major damage or impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid wasn’t surprised, having already foreseen the entire sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real trap was yet to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap came from the lack of strength and speed in the downward slash. The two-handed slash had turned into a one-handed one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Encrid kicked the sword, he rushed forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of timing, he had dropped the sword, kicked it, and immediately ran again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch had stepped back, slashed downward, and blocked the flying sword with the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch’s sword struck Encrid’s right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He allowed the hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he extended his left hand forward. Encrid had the advantage in grip strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he tried to grab Mitch’s neck, Mitch tilted his head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he bent his waist back, creating space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid silently thanked Torres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no better training for developing the sense in his left hand, which had allowed him to target his opponent in this move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted his wrist, moving the muscle under his wrist, and a dagger popped out. The dagger that emerged from his wrist was caught in Encrid’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Encrid looked into Mitch’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils had widened noticeably, and his gaze was unsteady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid slashed at those eyes with the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of metal slicing through flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A groan, muffled by pain, escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A similar groan slipped from Encrid’s lips as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was understandable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger in Encrid’s hand had slashed Mitch Hurrier’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it had struck from his cheek to his forehead above the eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he lost his eye, Mitch Hurrier kicked Encrid in the stomach and pulled his sword inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, which had struck Encrid’s shoulder, sliced through the leather armor he wore underneath, leaving a wound on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hot yet chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation of metal cutting through his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right wrist was already a mess, and now his shoulder was cut too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This isn’t good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, Encrid threw the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after losing an eye, Mitch attempted to fend off the dagger with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the dagger embedded itself in his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one eye gone, his depth perception would be compromised for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant it was an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Valen Mercenary Sword Technique’s dirty fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s about fighting close, using everything you have, even if it means biting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid did just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw the sword again and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he had been kicked in the stomach earlier and had a cut on his shoulder,his heart was pounding, pumping blood through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a time for boldness, not calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid charged boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arrgh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch let out a sound that was a cross between a scream and a shout as he swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant he could dodge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like when he saved Leona. Just like dodging a flying dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated the Focus Point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using intuition, he predicted the trajectory of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calculation was correct, as he got hit by the fist gripping the sword instead of the blade. He had his chin tucked and his forehead forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the impact wasn’t severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re going to get hit, get hit well. If you do, the next opportunity will be yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were Audin’s words. The method he learned from Audin about how to take a hit was always useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the distance between them closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, come on. Just what I wanted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch also dropped his sword and grabbed Encrid’s shoulder with his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound tore, sending waves of pain, but it was much better than dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, the injury was not as severe as Encrid had thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leather armor he wore underneath had been cut, but it had done its job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hands tangled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men, panting, started rolling on the gravelly ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Mitch, seemingly filled with anger, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Filthy bastard, did you think you could win by wrestling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid thought he could win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few exchanges, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning the Valaf-Style martial arts and training with Finn from the Ail Caraz Style, he realized this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This type of skill requires immense talent and a tremendous investment of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a technique you had to train so intensely that it appeared in your dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they were grappling, the odds were in his favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind the dirty fight for this reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid attempted to twist Mitch’s arm, then bit down on his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aargh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid seized Mitch’s ankle, pulling his foot under his side, pressing down with his hand, and twisting his leg like a pretzel with both legs. He then pressed down on the top of the foot, applying pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the description is lengthy, the action happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap. Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horrifying sound, likely accompanied by excruciating pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of pain was known only to those who had experienced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it didn’t break, the area was agonizingly painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had crushed the back of the ankle by pressing down on it while it was pinned against his ribcage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he moved to the other leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapping both legs around the opponent’s, he clasped the foot in his arms and twisted his body like a whirlwind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack, snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Mitch’s knee joint twisted in the opposite direction, causing it to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arrgh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrible, harrowing scream erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch, drooling and bloodshot-eyes, somehow managed to draw a dagger and thrust it at Encrid’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid twisted his body to avoid it, and the dagger plunged into his forearm before being pulled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid released Mitch’s leg and rolled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch was already incapacitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid exhaled deeply. He wasn’t in perfect condition either, joint locks like that also take a toll on one’s own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, his arm was stabbed, and the cut on his shoulder wasn’t insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of his clothing had become soaked at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Encrid’s condition was much better than Mitch’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Krais, my sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not a combatant, Krais, who had been nearby, quickly brought Encrid’s sword to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he took it in his left hand, blood gushed from his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound there was deeper than he had thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, I thought I was going to die,Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had no energy to respond to Krais’s remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding his sword, Encrid approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his arm and shoulder were injured, his legs were fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Platoon Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a few enemy soldiers, who had ambushed them, reacted. They charged upon seeing Mitch Hurrier fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the enemy soldiers believed their Platoon Leader, Mitch Hurrier, could lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a genius, a naturally gifted man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius who didn’t need to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After experiencing something on the battlefield, the man, once known by that nickname, had been swinging his sword day and night since his return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not someone who should die like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a star that had just begun to shine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even a clash of swords, but instead, a dagger was thrown, and both of Mitch’s legs were shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this? This was not the fight their Platoon leader wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight with swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Settle it fairly, sword against sword, in a duel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the sentiment of most of Mitch’s men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this isn’t what we wanted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locking eyes with Encrid, who held his sword vertically to the ground, Mitch spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a battlefield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid said, stabbing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade pierced through the back of Mitch’s neck and emerged through the front, clinking as it cut through some pebbles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier, with eyes wide open, gurgled blood and collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was lodged as an ornament in his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, his head slumped to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few enraged enemy soldiers charged at Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid cursed them. He had thought about this numerous times today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was their own commander so foolish that he couldn’t anticipate such an ambush?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this was what they had been waiting for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the enemy knew this too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the battlefield is a place of deception and strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the goal was simply to buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-a-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the enemy soldiers were at Mitch’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword in Encrid’s left hand slipped out of Mitch’s neck and danced like a butterfly, parrying and blocking the incoming spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordsmanship was delicate, a mix of Middle Sword Technique, Tangum style, and rapid strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regroup! Wipe them out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice from behind, possibly Vengeance, rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy, though elite, couldn’t overcome their numerical disadvantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the addition of archers, there was no contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About forty crossbowmen, clearly a platoon-sized unit, began turning the remaining enemy soldiers into pincushions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had rallied the archers and brought them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the battle was essentially over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid knew this well from his own experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible to block and dodge all the arrows fired by assembled archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid sat down, feeling utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn, that was tough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet there was something left—his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought made Encrid smile with a sense of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had survived the dirty fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived through today and was moving toward a new path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like someone had haphazardly stitched together a torn and worn-out dream, and Encrid felt that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was in the midst of the battlefield, where a spring breeze was blowing through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me AND read further chapters here: \u002Frevengerscans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Subscribe for a membership on my Buy Me a Coffee page and receive 15 extra chapters upon joining, along with daily updates of one chapter: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2480,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","ae5f587058a4ad686b1a9e3d2813d1ff38111d0d33da0ad809a290371628b7de","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-120","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-118",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]