[{"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-124":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},427899,689,"Chapter 124","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-124",124,"\u003Cp>Encrid naturally wanted to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t that why he had come out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also starting to feel the urge to move his body. Using two swords at the same time might still be a bit too much, and even if he needed to spare his right hand for recovery, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sure after observing the opponent’s stance, steps, and gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand would be sufficient. The opponent was not Mitch Hurrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the flat side of an axe was placed vertically against Encrid’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Jaxon held his sleeve, Audin his shoulder, and Ragna stepped in front of Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll handle it.” Ragna said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resolve of the entire platoon could be felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, would they step forward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais had mentioned that it was better if Rem and the others avoided stepping in unless necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough, rookie.” Rem said, holding the axe. The curve of his lips suggested he was quite enjoying the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he called out to the rookie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Andrew?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s mouth opened, and Andrew tilted his head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he being called?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go out and kill that guy.” Rem said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke as if it were the most natural and easiest thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew blinked, recalling the anger he had felt earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t that the guy who had insulted him, calling him unripe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was armed with a spear. The primary force of the Aspen Kingdom was their spearmen infantry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pointing the relatively short spear forward, there was no more effective weapon in infantry combat than the spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come out, you cowards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one had to choose the most insulting word throughout history, “coward” would certainly be high on the list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew summoned the anger he had momentarily forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Andrew stepped forward, and so did his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two cautiously closed the distance, Mac watched Andrew with concern. Winning or losing wasn’t the issue, he worried Andrew might end up like a pincushion if arrows rained down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon leader was ruthless with his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If it comes to that…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mac gripped the handle of the buckler tightly. The shield was larger than what he usually used, but he was skilled with sword and shield, a sword-and-board style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Block and hold out.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their side wasn’t foolish, if arrows started flying, their archers would respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that those standing at the front on both sides carried large shields, it was unlikely the arrow attack would be fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hold out and withdraw…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worry was fleeting. On reflection, the figures present were not the kind to perish easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was enough for Mac to just get Andrew out safely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mac set aside his worries, intending to observe calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, aside from arrows, there wasn’t much to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had watched Andrew closely. He had improved, grown. He had become more absorbed in the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaze of their allies was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Encrid or the others stepped forward, it would obviously be a fight they would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t them, it was another soldier who stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew Gardner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noble by birth, who had once been a squad leader but had joined Encrid’s squad as a regular soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some thought he was an oddball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others worried whether he could properly handle his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tense atmosphere began to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many confident soldiers had been taken down so far?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, people hoped Encrid or someone else would step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew looked at his opponent with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, you just talk and leave the fighting to your subordinates, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t the intention. Andrew had never seen Encrid avoid a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the difference in skill would be vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Encrid was injured, there was no way this guy could take down their Platoon leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew considered Encrid a genius. A real genius whose skills improved rapidly. A true talent, unlike himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He genuinely believed that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unripe goods? What of it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring the guy who called me a ghoul-head!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t hear each other’s words. They only expressed their anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, that anger turned into spears and swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the cold mist cleared and sunlight fell on the sparse grass and gravel-covered ground, the two exchanged their thoughts in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the spearhead coming at him, Andrew momentarily recalled the past few months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t been that long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Crazy barbarian bastard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dealing with Rem’s axe, facing an enemy soldier’s spear felt like child’s play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if it hit, it would pierce a hole in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a decisive blow that couldn’t be carelessly deflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A guy who hesitates when he sees an opening has no right to complain if he dies, kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s repeated words had become ingrained in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mac acknowledged that Andrew had talent. Rem saw it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was someone worth nurturing, different from Encrid in his own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they had only trained him up to a certain point. They hadn’t shown him the Heart of the Beast or mentioned other techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were skills not to be shared lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Andrew, it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did have genuine talent. Quite exceptional talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the spear coming, Andrew swung his sword from right to left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the spear was advantageous for straight attacks, the sword, a shorter weapon, was better for horizontal attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the spear bounced off to the side, Andrew stepped forward, crunching on the gravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing the distance. The start of a fight and its end are both determined by the feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hngh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy soldier pulled back the spear and swung his elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew, maintaining his forward momentum, swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upward slicing blade half-split the man’s forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed from the arm of the soldier clad in a gambeson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the splattering blood, Andrew’s eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there any need to just cut and end it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this was a fight and a war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew’s foot moved again. A step to the left, then he swung his sword again, striking the spear shaft with a sharp sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then calmly thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed wasn’t fast nor slow, but it was enough for the enemy soldier, who was reeling from the pain of his wounded arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew felt a certain resistance through the grip of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade had lodged between the gaps in the armor and helmet. As Andrew pulled the blade out, about half a foot deep, blood gushed forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrr.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy soldier staggered and fell to his knees. He tried to clutch his neck, but it was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference in skill was stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This happened because Andrew was skilled. The enemy soldier was also a well-trained regular soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier who had killed many of their own troops until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was no match for Andrew, who had been honed by Rem’s harsh training and was full of talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the enemy, kneeling and clutching his neck, fell forward, his hands flailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have long to live. He would die even if left alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew, standing behind his enemy, drove his sword in vertically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made sure to kill him. With that resolve, the sword entered from the back of the neck, taking the last breath of the enemy soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence, and the quiet sunlight, were all that remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, watching from a step behind, thought this outcome was better than if Encrid had stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unexpected person’s achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mad Andrew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name that had previously eaten away at their morale now sounded like a nightmare for the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew’s name echoed all around as he killed the enemy soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woohoo! Madman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Andrew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as Encrid listened, he shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was better than expected?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It almost felt like the cheers were for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the shouts for Andrew, there were cries of him being a hero who killed the “ghoul-head”.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, the rookie can handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did he become a rookie?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Andrew, fall back!” Mac shouted to Andrew. It was time to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew took a few steps back, but he didn’t let his guard down, still watching the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m all grown up now, you bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, what was he saying now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mac was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, even Encrid couldn’t help but laugh. Had he left some lingering feelings by teasing him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back, Andrew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew’s return after killing the enemy soldier was met with cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the moment the atmosphere began to shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Krais had anticipated was starting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the moment that Marcus, the Battalion Commander, had been waiting for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus was starting to feel a bit dry-mouthed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Something needs to happen.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his judgment, the numbers were similar, and the level of training was comparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the damned Aspen soldiers had skillfully presented themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had sent out their most skilled soldiers to engage in what seemed like knightly duels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, morale was low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was manageable. However, a shift in the atmosphere was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hoped to see that change from the so-called “Madmen Squad”.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Rem, the barbarian soldier, stepped forward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why does the atmosphere feel even more ghoul-like?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dirty, vile, and toxic atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both their own troops and the enemy reacted coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he try to change the atmosphere elsewhere?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was during these thoughts that it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unknown soldier from the “Madmen Squad”, one of the soldiers taken in just to fill the numbers, easily defeated an enemy soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a close victory, but an overwhelming one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Marcus’ command, both the messenger and the adjutant moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a small flag was raised above the Battalion Commander’s tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This signal reached the unit commander waiting near the river, where there were scattered rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Aspen had the Gray Hound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naurillia had the Slaughterer of the Frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all soldiers capable of taking on ten men at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fools.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus welcomed the enemy commander’s clumsy maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere on the battlefield can change in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when morale, which had been at rock bottom, surges, the impact is even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Marcus believed that victory in battle ultimately came down to who could kill more effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Marcus’ mutterings went unheard, the order had already been given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Patrol, Naurillia’s proud independent company, moved as one to strike the enemy’s flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From appearing to be a small force hiding among the rocks and near the water to the moment they charged and engaged the enemy, it was an unexpected blow for the Aspen commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sweep them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Patrol captain ordered, and the unit carried it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres was among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An approaching enemy soldier thrust a spear. Grabbing the spear shaft with his hand and pulling, the enemy resisted. Using that pulling force, Torres closed the distance and thrust a dagger under the enemy’s chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a short noise, the enemy soldier with a metal beard under his chin fell sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres didn’t have time to retrieve his dagger and immediately charged at the next enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the Border Patrol was equally engaged in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hyoun, a soldier from the north known for his excellent swordsmanship, was among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hyoun’s sword danced through the air, swiftly taking the lives of two enemy soldiers. Half-turning, he delivered a powerful slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield of the enemy soldier blocking the strike flew back, and the heavy blow sent the soldier reeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The airborne soldier was finished off by Aizen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aizen’s specialty was the trident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally a fisherman, he was adept with the three-pronged spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aizen’s trident pierced the back of an enemy soldier. The central blade of the trident penetrated through the gambeson, out of the armor, and through the abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barney, known for her speed, was also in the midst of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a woman was no disadvantage for this soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barney darted between the enemy soldiers, throwing daggers and then leaping back to hurl stones with her sling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Whiz! Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enemy soldier, struck in the head by a stone, collapsed to the side. Leather helmets were no match for the impact of projectiles launched from a sling. Although the carved stones used were labor-intensive to produce, their effectiveness was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Patrol was made up of individuals with distinct personalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They specialized in guerrilla warfare rather than large-scale battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so they fought, breaking through and killing as they advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres, leading his platoon, began to press into one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Hyoun swung his sword multiple times, fending off enemy soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was the group of soldiers with longbows—their true objective being to take out the commander of the archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each squad of the Border Patrol moved toward their respective targets, causing a significant shift in the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy commander, unwilling to risk further disruption to the already chaotic battlefield, made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Patrol was to hold off the Gray Hound, while the rest of the enemy forces pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were wind, it would be a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was an earthquake, it would be a major quake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were waves, it would be a tsunami.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flow of a battlefield is always prone to such upheaval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange that they had been in a standoff for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid also sensed the change in the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he hadn’t seen the movements of the Border Patrol, something had definitely started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unlikely that their own archers would act in such a manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwip, thwip, thwip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows arched over the heads of Encrid and the Madmen Platoon members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the enemy’s counterattack was feeble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few arrows flew back in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a swift scout unit equipped with crossbows and light armor pursued Encrid’s group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them all, leave no one alive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid quickly assessed the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn around, attack, and then pull back to the side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were at most twenty pursuers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two squads were manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds good!” Rem shouted excitedly, swinging his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so enthusiastic that Enri, standing next to him, had to dodge aside to avoid the wildly swinging axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re armed with crossbows!” Enri shouted after looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that a problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid himself had dodged incoming arrows several times. His platoon members should be capable of doing the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he learned and improved, the more he saw new possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Rem in the lead, the Madmen Squad, positioned behind him, stopped and turned to charge back down the path they had come from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They found themselves at the forefront of the assault, with Rem at the head.\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>",2561,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","936ad257efc7fd8a950aeb3bb884c9550a5f688d2a5062c942ba82fa5bb96a81","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-125","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-123",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]