[{"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-244":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},428021,689,"Chapter 242","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-244",244,"\u003Cp>‘Why won’t you stop?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen wasn’t intimidating. At first, it felt wrong to beat him like this, but repetition makes it easier, doesn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it wasn’t about him being the son of Count Molsen, but rather about respecting an opponent who doesn’t know how to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he ended up focusing on beating him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go easy on him, please. Go easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais said, unable to watch any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He keeps coming at me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just senseless beating. He was an opponent who endlessly challenged and attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he treat someone like that half-heartedly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Encrid, respecting his opponent was the easier and more comfortable way. Of course, it was his own perspective and method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here we go again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen came with a wooden sword once more. He wasn’t attacking just because he was stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now, he no longer used a real sword. At first, he didn’t even draw his sword before being knocked down, but now it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he swung, slashed, and stabbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid never lost his manners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, manners meant not ignoring the sincerity shown by his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His manners were…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hitting him on the head without holding back at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single scream and then striking his solar plexus hard enough to make him pass out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen’s younger brother, who had been watching, was initially shocked. But only at the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he said, repetition dulls the senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, even when Edin fell, his brother remained unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Encrid had intended to kill him, he would have done so already. If he had meant to cripple him, he would have done so too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t they already sparred more than twenty times?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way, he’s here again? That body sure is tough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, Rem should be Edin’s enemy. Isn’t he the one who killed his brother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem didn’t seem to care at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sure has a thick skin. Are all barbarians like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s an unnecessary question. It’s not important. Whether his skin is thick or not, Rem is Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster who handles two axes incredibly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid is extremely satisfied and pleased with the monster’s skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m warmed up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Encrid’s words, a smile spread across Rem’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once again, I have to say…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That I might die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his words being cut off, Rem still smiled. With a broad grin, Encrid replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, I usually don’t swear, but did you know? I’m the happiest when I smash the Commander’s face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid agreed with those words, both mentally and physically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could deeply sympathize with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Do you have a habit of hitting your own face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s gaze fixed on Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gray eyes met Encrid’s blue ones directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem hadn’t been idle all this time either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Encrid had learned the Heart of the Beast, Rem had also learned something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it seemed his skills had greatly improved. The technique of twisting someone’s mood and making them boil with anger, that is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I do have such a habit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he admitted it abruptly, Rem frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Admitting it here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is always someone better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring mental blows and responding in unexpected ways—that’s the essence of verbal sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you just going to wag your tongue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this question, which called for the end of the verbal sparring, Rem’s axes swished through the air. He was wielding two again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Madmen Platoon had accomplished a lot during this time. Requesting an axe from the armory was no big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was, in the past, Rem didn’t care much about his weapons, but this time he requested them considering weight distribution and balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t make it that precise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blacksmith said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, can’t be helped then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that Rem didn’t argue further suggested he wasn’t overly concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, the important thing was what he could do with this changed axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid tapped the axe blade with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop breaking my axes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered as he charged. For a moment, it felt like his body grew larger. He was that fast and bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden realization struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose was the Heart of the Beast originally?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of boldness and daring, Rem was the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid swung his sword vertically to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This too was a lightning-fast slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword cut through empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s body blurred. The accelerating axe turned into a flash of light and struck. One from above, one from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he was caught off guard by the axes that curved like whips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enduring that, he then faced strikes as fast as light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwap! Thwap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid swung his sword up and down. The blade rippled like a wave, deflecting the two strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fluid Sword Technique, Wave Passing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it in the Rapier Swordsman, refined it through Shepherd Pell, and perfected it against Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t care that he was blocked. As soon as he was stopped, he threw one axe into the air. Then, holding just one axe, he charged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unorthodox, bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bizarre and daring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Rem. To put it simply, Encrid lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was close.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he be satisfied with those words? Should he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, there was no need. Encrid learned something new again today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, he realized what he lacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Sense of the Blade to the Gate of Sixth Sense, to the Sense of Evasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon called it ‘Sense Technique’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t neglected honing it, but that was what led to his defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Too sensitive.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been too focused on the axe Rem threw into the air. Should he have ignored it then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Rem kicked the falling axe to accelerate it and struck his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Selection and focus.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a review. Reflecting and understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a familiar process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Encrid’s daily routine. The difference now was the speed at which he was learning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to when he first realized what talent was. The Heart of the Beast, Sense Technique, Focus Point, and the Isolation Technique were like that. 𝐫âΝＯBÈȘ\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was just ‘Will’, the experience gave him a new perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is a genius? It’s hard to explain. Everything comes naturally to them. It felt like he had gained a part of that natural ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process of reflecting after defeat, realizing his mistakes, and figuring out what was needed was different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid wasn’t aware of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just doing what he always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, everyone, including Rem, noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will, huh.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Troublesome Commander and ‘Will,’ huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wow, really.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fledgling who didn’t know when he would die on the battlefield had become a chicken with a steel beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he could no longer be called a chicken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could now be called a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiding his admiration, Rem spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That damn Count’s son must have some scheme, seeing how he keeps coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, already deep in thought, didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, even if he had heard it, he would have ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Rem, everyone had something to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That brother is hiding something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin said so too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon gestured that he found him suspicious, and Krais even formulated a few theories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is he here? Broadly speaking, I see two reasons. One, the Count might covet you, Commander. The second, he’s trying to find your weakness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais said he felt something similar in Edin Molsen’s gaze. Whether it was surveillance or exploration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid partially agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen’s escort showed a similar attitude, but what mattered to Encrid wasn’t his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Should I draw it out?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The escort never fully showed his skills. Sometimes his eyes gleamed fiercely, and that made Encrid expect more, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always held back. He never went all out. He didn’t raise his momentum to dangerous levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That guy knows what he’s doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said that the escort had also stepped into ‘Will’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So at the very least, he was on par with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, the escort had refused any further sparring requests since then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am just Edin Molsen’s escort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, why did he challenge him before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a test, an assessment, an evaluation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘For what?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid wondered for a moment if he should figure that out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided it wasn’t necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he ignored it. He ignored Edin Molsen’s strange looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored his younger brother’s peculiar stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored the escort’s occasional loitering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Jaxon subtly suggested that removing those who were bothersome was an option, he ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, when Edin wanted to spar, he would face him properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Months passed since Edin Molsen stayed in the territory, and the time had come when the cold naturally brought out comments about the chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like snow would fall soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, there were a few changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Teresa the Wanderer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-blood Giant would often open her mouth and mutter to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, it was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like a form of resolve and reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, when she mumbled like that in her sleep, it was with a lot of cold sweat, a sign of nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Audin heard her muttering like that, he would quietly place his hand on her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep as calmly as the settled ashes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of war is the embodiment of burned-out ashes, and he represents him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prayed while placing his hand on the forehead of the follower of the Sacred Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unusual sight, but Teresa never complained when she woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waking, she would just blink and eventually glance at Encrid once before falling back asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, it was a familiar routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many other changes in daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel, instead of getting beaten by Rem, had taken on a different task, and the reason was Rem’s insistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only right to receive a teaching fee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem claimed that since he had taught Dunbachel, it was time to pay for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel did not argue that she had never wanted any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, she had asked Encrid herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is that barbarian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a difficult question to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A lunatic? A guy with a broken head? A noble killer? An axe murderer? A crazy axe wielder?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many things came to mind to choose from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Dunbachel did not wait for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve improved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Encrid personally sparred with Dunbachel, he found her words to be true. In other words, Dunbachel wasn’t cursing Rem but genuinely curious about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve improved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Dunbachel whimpered, rubbing her thigh where the flat of the blade had struck hard, she would tear up a little and nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had indeed improved. To an unrecognizable degree. Are all beastmen like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is it because of some legend about golden eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s hard to say. And he wasn’t interested either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid felt Dunbachel’s gaze and looked in her direction. He saw her golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was currently thinking of Encrid as a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having endured Rem’s violence, she now felt confident she could defeat her former self, even if there were two of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Encrid had gone even further in the meantime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A genius.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was mistaken, but it wasn’t her fault. Anyone would see it that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, ‘Will’, even if just a part of it, it was ‘Will’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exclusive domain of Knights, the strength of those with Knightly power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That change had come upon Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Encrid, Ragna recognized that it was time to address his own shortcomings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had recognized them before, but lacked the motivation to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Ragna acted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Krais, I want a sword that’s double-layered like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I look like someone who will bring you what you want if you ask for it? If so, you’ve got it right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, having weighed the bag of krona and counted the silver coins Ragna handed over, adopted a compliant attitude towards the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna obtained a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was not sharpened, its size and shape were similar to a bastard sword, but it was several times heavier than a typical sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna began to swing it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no speed. He performed each move slowly, methodically. He spent more than half of his waking hours in this manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a significant improvement, and anyone who knew Ragna would be surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid spent the majority of his waking hours training, but this was Ragna, the embodiment of laziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it hadn’t been half a day, seeing him dedicate himself to training like that was a marvel in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back to the present, Rem demanded krona from Dunbachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel complied without complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go earn some krona.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, the area had been teeming with beasts and monsters like never before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was winter. Naturally, this happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When food becomes scarce, they tend to become more aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like it’s going to snow, doesn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais said while cutting Ragna’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid silently looked up at the sky. The dull gray clouds were gradually covering the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it got just a bit colder, the devil’s excrement would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, around this time last year, they had struggled to clear the falling snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training Company, assemble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one command would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life continued even after the Rapier Swordsman left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daily routine hadn’t changed, but the things within it were evolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edin Molsen had become a long-term guest, and in the meantime, his escort had left, citing other business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a departure without any formal goodbyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the beginning of winter, with the first snow seemingly imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel went out on a beast extermination request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn, who had started wandering outside some time ago, moved under the command of the Fairy Company Commander from the Independent Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed more lively leaving than when she arrived, which was probably a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do as you wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason or need to stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa came in, and Finn went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a day when, despite these changes, the daily routine remained the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Independent Company Commander, you are being summoned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late in the afternoon, despite it being winter, Encrid was sweating profusely while swinging his sword when a messenger arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They said it’s urgent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, Encrid immediately headed to the Battalion Commander’s office.\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: buymeacoffee.com\u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on[email protected]]\u003C\u002Fp>",2488,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","1c2de53df29e7759e8c75022b24b873d0755f1bf5a902a71efdf2569560403a0","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-424","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-423",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]