[{"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-285":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},428076,689,"Chapter 283","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-285",285,"\u003Cp>\"Oh… this is actually good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood on the platform, having just declared that he was sending assassins after the enemy commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that wasn’t actually happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now would be the worst possible time to send a strike force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss knew this better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was why he intended to milk Enkrid’s words for all they were worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if this reached enemy ears?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were in their shoes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn’t act rashly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d bolster their security, reinforce their guards, heighten their patrols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant they’d be even less likely to launch an all-out attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ll hesitate even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even made a show of secretly moving their troops at night, leaking just enough information for enemy spies to report back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss was using Enkrid’s statement to its fullest potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire strategy had been built on the assumption that neither side wanted to make the first move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already bound to work well— but with Enkrid’s words thrown into the mix, it became even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew he was sharper than he lets on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pretended to hate using his brain, but he was a natural strategist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts were solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, it had worked flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy forces, already wary of each other, did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they focused on reinforcing their defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More torches burned through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their scouts ran themselves ragged, their horses and riders panting from exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite how well things were going, Kraiss still couldn’t shake his unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do I fix that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing things with his own eyes would help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the best way to see a battlefield was, of course, through reconnaissance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scouts will decide the outcome of this battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss stated firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venzance nodded harder than he ever had in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after that, he ran his scouts into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move it! If you get lazy, the others die! PAIN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KILLS ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war cry was getting more and more unhinged, but it was undeniably effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scouts worked harder than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forces spent the day reorganizing, sharpening their discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by dawn, as the sky remained shrouded in shadow— the fortress gates opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Advance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veteran soldiers called out in practiced unison, guiding the troops forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss watched from a small hill to the south, flanked by two squads of guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed the battlefield unfold beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How will this play out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would things go according to plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would something unexpected happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or would the enemy anticipate his moves and counter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if they launched a full-scale offensive from both flanks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… it would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even ten Enkrids could save them if that happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Getting bored here, Big Eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe rested on his shoulder, his half-lidded gaze gleaming with suppressed aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire posture screamed that he wanted to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, however, was different than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait. You’ll get to fight until you’re sick of it soon enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was working too hard to spare any more words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shoving every piece of enemy information into his brain— their leaders, their tendencies, their behavioral patterns— trying to predict their next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was unusually sharp, but Rem, for once, kept his mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he could tell Kraiss was acting different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this bastard actually has his uses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem might’ve acted like a brute, but he could think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just saw things through his lens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss didn’t even notice that Rem was behaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts were still spinning at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all came down to their elite units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How they were deployed would determine the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the unease creeping through his gut, a thrill ran through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this goes the way I planned…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might just hold out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t concerned with small variables— those would be solved by the soldiers on the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus was on the big picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they win easier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else did they need?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if their weapons and tactics were standardized?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind spun toward the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A uniformed military force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers equipped with identical weapons and trained under the same tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fully coordinated army, moving as extensions of their commander’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how Imperial forces fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t the Border Guard Standing Army do the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep elite specialists separate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bulk of their army…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make them uniform. A cohesive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A standardized military with consistent training and gear…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if individual soldiers lost duels…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d win large-scale battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite units were crucial— but mass warfare required a different approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To win in large-scale combat, cohesion was key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lose one-on-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lose ten-on-ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But win one hundred-on-one hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the assembled troops, a realization struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began mentally sorting them into categories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmen, spearmen, shield-bearers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss quietly solidified his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This idea…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be useful later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not now, then someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarnin Viscount flinched the moment the Border Guard Standing Army marched out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain is—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Joy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring it oooon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were outnumbered. Their enemy's equipment looked superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be afraid. That’s exactly what they want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos, a warrior from the Black Blade, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt of a weapon jutted from over his shoulder, a massive iron flail strapped diagonally across his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick, round iron ball with spikes protruded from the end, an intimidating sight even at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos’ forearms were as thick as a woman’s thighs, his gloves reinforced with steel plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t take much for him to crush a human skull barehanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in fact, he could do just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was one of the best in the Black Blade— a warrior so strong that no one outside of the Commander could order him around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are the Cult bastards doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re probably just watching and waiting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos was an exceptional fighter, but not a smart man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarnin was even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the nobles, who had fled from the Border Guard, spoke up hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The rumors inside the Border Guard aren’t great. There are plenty who are ready to desert at any moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarnin’s expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the enemy’s internal state was that rotten, then what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agony!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to hurt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make me suffer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they all just insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they take some kind of drug together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…When I left, the army wasn’t even properly organized.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble’s voice trailed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos resisted the urge to smash his skull in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just fight them at an appropriate level!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they launched an all-out attack, would the Cult respond?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Azpen beyond the territory?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They probably wouldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them were slimy, scheming bastards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their forces took too many losses here, there might not be a \"next time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't afford to let the Cult stab them in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck it. Crush whoever charges in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reasonable response, in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Tarnin’s officers bit his lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we launched a full-scale attack right now, the Cult and Azpen would have no choice but to join in. That would end this war immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he voiced that thought out loud, he might be branded a Cult sympathizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… you’re a spy, aren’t you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarnin’s fat, meaty hand slapped across the noble’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ack! No, no! I swear I’m not! When I left, the army’s morale was in the gutter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble flopped to the ground, wailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bullshit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarnin stomped on him a few more times for good measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the noble pathetically begged for his life, the rest of them kept their mouths shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone up top would handle things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was their conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos did as he said— engaging the enemy just enough to keep them at bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let them bleed each other first. Then we go in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop agreed with his thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for our believers to bleed first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cult’s forces remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, no assassins had come last night— but they might come tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A messenger from the Black Blade arrived, demanding immediate reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need to keep an eye on the Martai garrison and prepare for assassins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bishop dismissed the request immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lykanos heard this, a vein bulged in his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was nothing he could do about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could hear was Tarnin’s pig-like squealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we get wiped out, we’re done for!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos fought the urge to rip his throat out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pig was still useful— for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen had been gathering intelligence on the situation beyond the territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spies, scouts, divinations, magic— they used everything at their disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do we move?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subordinate asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man brushed back his hair— green locks shifting over his forehead before falling back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers ran through the strands as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet. It’s not our turn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s genius strategist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who had been demoted after their previous war’s failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name was Abnair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had one clear goal for this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Land and territory could come later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had prepared so meticulously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart raced slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long would they last?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t the type to derive pleasure from others’ suffering, but as a strategist, watching his plans unfold was exhilarating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You insane bastards! What did I tell you? My word is the word of God! It is LIGHT! Huh?! You LISTEN when I speak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers under his command roared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaargh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for good reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been trained— no, tortured— into absolute obedience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newer recruits had it worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veteran squad and platoon leaders had been summoned, and they followed orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ll make sure they don’t lose themselves in the heat of battle. They’ll fight hot, but stay cold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss barked orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Enkrid stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark-haired, blue-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beat them half to death if they don’t follow orders. And you follow your superior’s orders. If you don’t, you die. Rem and I will take turns during training and beat the shit out of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter what their past rank was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter if they were smart or dumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were soldiers, they needed to follow simple orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, they obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was Bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now a platoon leader, Bell roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHO WANTS TO DIE?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t break formation! DON’T BREAK FORMATION!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at the front lines— the cutting edge of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had arranged this with Graham in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the soldiers fighting today were new recruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them couldn’t even hear the noise around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he saw was the approaching enemy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like demons rushing toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spears. Swords. Shields. Hammers. Flails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I ready?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will my movements be sharp enough? Should I thrust? Should I block?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind whitened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blow landed on the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars flashed in his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Color returned to his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield came back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You stupid fuck, repeat after me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A string of curses slammed into his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the voice of his platoon leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES SIR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FORMATION THRUST!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FORMATION THRUST!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recruits stabbed forward in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pull back! Pull back! You, I’m gonna kill you later!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veteran soldiers bellowed orders across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus, the first skirmish ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had marched out at sunrise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, they clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy force— around eighty infantry soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casualties?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six wounded. No deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought in unison, spearing forward, blocking, then retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the enemy was weak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because their leaders knew what they were doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are they withdrawing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mercenary from the Black Blade muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was ready to cut loose, the enemy pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he couldn’t charge alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Black Blade withdrew as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, a similar battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve total engagements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the soldiers understood what war was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they had survived Enkrid’s training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle filled the gaps in their experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Kraiss planned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard Standing Army looked much larger than it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the enemy’s perspective, their tactics weren’t normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell trains in the middle of a war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luckily, they’re all idiots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Sinar and Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it’s really time to get to work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2106,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","febf7874a7d38cac9a60880d8f81257b8b3755b3f4913c42e7c71adcd336df8c","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-286","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-440",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]