[{"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-167":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},427792,689,"Chapter 166","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-167",167,"\u003Cp>The Sense of Evasion: What is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not just a simple evasion technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon reflection, there were many strange aspects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had left a scratch on Rem’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But had he ever seen his platoon members get hurt like that before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when facing opponents or on the battlefield, they rarely got injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remained unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless it was intentional, they generally fought without knowing injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t simply a technique for avoiding attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something vague that had been grasped, and now he intended to unravel it piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the charging knolls, Encrid scattered his hands in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an unfamiliar observer, especially to Krais, it might have seemed like he was just waving his hands in the air, but that wasn’t the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his hands as strings, his chest as a launching pad, and utilizing the elasticity of his whole body, he threw daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daggers, now beams of light, embedded themselves into the heads and necks of the knolls and hyena beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action of drawing and throwing the daggers was so fast that it was barely visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his throwing skills not improved over time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, they had. Thanks to the development of his Isolation Technique, strength training, and the balanced improvement of his bodily control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three beasts died instantly. Their charging bodies turned into corpses that rolled on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other knolls and hyenas stumbled over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones that tripped became a tangled mess, over which more knolls and hyena beasts trampled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of their footsteps, ‘thud, thud’, was grating on the ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A cult!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to him, Luagarne pulled out a whip, shouted the same word, and dashed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! What the hell is this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais’s voice, filled with alarm, was also heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kyaa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther likewise stood guard beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The, the, ahhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the shouts of the worker who had come out to urinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was met differently. Encrid’s hands moved ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the second day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it was a little different, more leisurely than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They already knew a wave of indiscriminate monsters was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw all the daggers he had without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp whistling sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed the charging monsters and beasts by the dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the fact remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many. The swarm of monsters and beasts became a wave again. Those who leaped over the corpses charged at Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Front of the leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais shouted as he drew his short sword with a metallic clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid controlled his breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned something from the previous day, something that could only be felt when fighting for one’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He honed his senses, sharpening his perception. Within the realms of intuition and instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He received and parried the knoll’s attacks in succession, thrusting his sword into openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More vigorously than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If nothing else, Encrid was confident in his stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with his accumulated experience, he was like a compactor, grinding down the monsters and beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some died with their heads severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others died from being stabbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the chaos, the sounds of metal clashing and flesh tearing mingled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, watching this, couldn’t help but widen his eyes in amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A monster.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impression he had felt when watching Rem or the other platoon members resurfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the level of Encrid’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blocked everything, countered everything. His sword sliced through knolls and hyenas effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Krais was moved, amazed, or spouted nonsense,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid heightened his focus. No, he had entered a naturally heightened state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shut out everything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sword remained in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time seemed to slow, only the enemy, himself, the sword, the world, and his sharpened intuition remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the relentless wave of monsters, the best a lone human could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the outcome did not change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By midday, the sunlight was brighter, and while he was less injured than before,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this time, both of his thighs were severely slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t avoid the two cursed gladius swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais’s body was not found this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid endured another repeated day, lasting just as long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Perhaps that’s a relief.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed Esther had somehow climbed onto the roof of a hut. Her large, blue eyes seemed to hold some emotion, but he had neither the time nor the leisure to discern what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrr!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hyena’s characteristic growl echoed as the colony leader emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the leader of the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same as before. With his thighs injured and unable to move, evasion was more difficult, making the situation even worse than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Encrid was certain that his skills were improving, even in just one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harsh and brutal as it was, his senses were becoming sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid muttered incomprehensible words to the knoll, then died, flailing in poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness. The ferryman did not appear, and a new day began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn’t bother to ask Luagarne unnecessary questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was leaving regardless. There was no need to ask out of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking why she wasn’t staying to protect the place would be a futile question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telling her to come back would be meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she were going to return, she wouldn’t have left in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving meant that whatever she was going after was more important to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rattle, rattle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems your way of waking people up is rather unique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to wake himself up while gathering his gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The weather is good. I thought it would be nice to wake up early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oof. It’s dawn, dawn. The moon hasn’t even set yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais grumbled beside him, but Encrid ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began sweating again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This day was short. Or more accurately, there was little time to devote to training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what to do? Use battle as a field for training and practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what Encrid did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain of addiction, the terrible agony and torment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s something that can be endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is it that helps forget the pain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy of progress, even if it’s just crawling forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all, now it felt like walking rather than crawling. A slightly brisk walk, a sense of progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could that not be joyful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This time, a little more.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a continuous challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid set his own goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple but clear goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To delay the moment of injury as much as possible in the repeating days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he was struck on the shoulder after just a few battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, he got slashed in both thighs, and then he was hit in the abdomen by a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his sturdy armor, it wasn’t fatal, but if his reactions had been just a bit slower, it could have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Still lacking, always lacking.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was self-reflection. Encrid recognized his shortcomings through his experiences so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Platoon Leader Brother, martial arts are best learned through repetition until your body remembers, not just your mind. So, get rolling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Audin’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As soon as you see it, your body should react. Then you can dodge it. There’s no need for some weird concentration technique of a lazy person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also remembered Jaxon’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid adapted the training to enhance his coordination and reflexes through body perception and senses in his own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What if I could make my muscles remember in every situation?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the repeating days, amidst the waves of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled and fought in every single one of those days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, more than twenty days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training was a given, but if the wave of monsters the ferryman spoke of was a wall, it seemed insurmountable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he became a Knight or had comparable strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Encrid didn’t let this concern him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only built up today for the sake of tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the repeating ‘todays’, he simply did what needed to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he could handle fewer than ten monsters. After twenty days, he could block and dodge all attacks in the midst of the knolls, taking dozens of breaths while doing so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a feat impressive enough to leave the workers, who should have been fleeing, standing agape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, he couldn’t yet move through the monsters without getting a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what did he do? He kept repeating the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-some days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another forty-some days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being poisoned every time, the pain became unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he learned how to cope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He endured the poison and kept swinging his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happens if you rush into the knoll’s ranks right after being poisoned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades, hammers, axes, and spears would fly at you from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slashing was far better than dying from the poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he rolled among the knolls and hyenas, risking his life. He rolled and rolled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of these days, he had opportunities to ask about the Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you heard of the Sacred Cult of the Demon Realm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a half-intentional question. With the days repeating and time short, he had no choice but to ask something new every day, making that his standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to ask about the Cult once every ten days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He counted the days that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was going to ask anyway, he posed meaningful questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A rotten group of fanatics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne, being a Frog, did not hold back her hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hate. A hatred so intense it seemed to make the center of her white, puffy cheeks appear red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill them all. Every last one I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense why she had run off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swore on my heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she uttered the word ‘heart’, Luagarne’s demeanor showed her to be a seasoned Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated a bit but eventually spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This alone showed how remarkable a Frog she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sacred Cult of the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether that was the official name or not, it referred to the group of madmen who believed their god was imprisoned in a source of monsters that humans couldn’t replicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cult among cults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most notorious heresy on the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said that they even used strange summoning rituals with humans as sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what came from those summons? Monsters. Sometimes even evil spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all monsters were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were famous monsters across the continent, and rumors abounded that they were the result of these summoning rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What might have been dismissed as mercenary gossip was confirmed by Luagarne to be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know Salamanders, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a well-known monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t enough that it scattered flames from its skin, it also spewed fire, earning it its nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s one of those bastards’ creations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumor was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne was a witness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, does this matter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a marker he remembered while repeating these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training and practice began anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a process of reflecting on the mistakes made in previous days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was around the fiftieth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I pushed too hard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident in his stamina, he expended everything from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll need to manage my stamina better.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning how to fight in a multi-enemy situation, such things naturally became ingrained in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed, marked by the knolls’ stench that made him shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had repeated these days eighty-nine times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he could not stand before the leader without any injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was more accurate to say that unless he was injured, the leader wouldn’t appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had extended his endurance from noon to evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet nothing changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that he died remained the same, aside from being able to watch the sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, you’re sly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to be injured, sustaining a critical wound for the leader to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, a hole in his abdomen or a nearly severed ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, of course, couldn’t be reasoned with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ninety-six repetitions, he was killed by the leader’s dagger. The end of each struggle was death, a seemingly predetermined fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through these repeated days, he naturally began to learn the knolls’ habits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Knolls have long upper bodies and short legs.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning through the monsters’ physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were slow on their feet but quick with their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wielded human weapons, albeit without formal techniques, often swinging wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their strength was akin to that of an average adult male, but their short legs made their charge slower than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They enjoyed attacking from blind spots, and once in close combat, they would bite without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoiding being bitten was crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bite force was exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both hyenas and knolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If bitten, without activating the power of the ‘Heart of the Beast’, it was nearly impossible to break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also learned something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Two swords.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When using two swords combined with the ‘Heart of the Beast’, he could accomplish incredible feats in a single moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I could cut through everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Krais felt relaxed enough to joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was sustainability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how well he managed his stamina, he couldn’t maintain it indefinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he repeated the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodge and dodge again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sense of Evasion was somewhat a matter of innate talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Jaxon claimed it could be developed through training, it only worked for those naturally predisposed to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid addressed this by engraving each movement into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The muscles remember.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ingrained the act of seeing and reacting into his muscles through countless repetitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became a reflex not stored in the mind but in the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through repetition, he reached a point where he could react instantly upon seeing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body coordination had finally settled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing, evading, and reacting in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became possible.\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>",2378,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.274Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","a1084b4289fb72029b8cc93061a160dd099e549ad3901e5f77bc44c8b81d1801","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-168","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-166",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]