[{"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-301":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},427826,689,"Chapter 299","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-301",301,"\u003Cp>Lykanos watched as the cultists’ advance was halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible not to notice—the man fighting a direwolf with his bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kheung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man took the direwolf’s front paw to his chest once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha! That feels refreshing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What in the world was that body made of, to only end up with bruises after taking a monster’s blow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bruises were yellow, but somehow, that only made it look more unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, he should have been reduced to a bloody pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, after enduring the monster’s strike, the man used his own front paw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Refreshing, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was so refreshing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster staggered from the hit—it was nothing short of bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is he insane?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn’t the only one. The cultists' advance was in complete disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t fight properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong with their command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists were one thing, but the people on this side weren’t exactly normal either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was that damn Enkrid, the one he had failed to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was that swordsman—cutting, slashing, and tearing through the unit Lykanos had personally raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That bastard is no joke either.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had fought once before. No matter how he looked at it, that man wasn’t beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would his Fastest Blade work on him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely enough, he had no desire to test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about whether it would work or not. He simply didn’t want to share his final blade with that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this his last selfish act?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was it the warrior’s fighting spirit he had long ignored?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s the point of analyzing this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected things to end like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s settle this between the two of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos spoke. The words were directed at Enkrid, who had stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he looked down on the golden-haired warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if this was to be his final battle, he wanted to decide it for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The first person to block my sword.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still couldn't shake the image of the one who had kept up with his Fastest Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had intended to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, for the first time, he had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this was the second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the first one had been a knight, hadn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was the first time it really felt like failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might as well exclude the knight from consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid simply stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs were unsteady as he got up, gripping and re-gripping his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stance, that attitude—what did it show?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of a man who refused to step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I never should’ve left this to my men.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s fight.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about killing Enkrid anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply wanted to fight him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instinct to struggle, the youthful recklessness he thought he had forgotten, awakened on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said he mimicked speed? That he was a genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let him face the sword he had built over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them compete in speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all there was to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos’ eyes shone. They were like stars—nothing like the eyes of a man who had given up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid steadied his breathing, gripping his sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he was comfortable. A small, necessary adjustment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to test himself again just as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid stepped forward, Ragna cut down the approaching enemies, ensuring no one would interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood, limping. His leg was already beyond saving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lykanos wasn’t unscathed either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been cut in the right shoulder when he charged at Ragna’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood was still dripping down his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood face to face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them, snowflakes fell. The snowfall thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve got something wrapped around your stomach, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The item wrapped around him had saved his stomach from being pierced through multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos nodded as well, his thoughts forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The target is set.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let his arms hang loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would thrust in an instant, using explosive strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One point. One single point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would mark the spot with the most optimal movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>End it? Was that really the end? Win, and then die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent didn’t even seem that great when he looked at him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why end it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he have to end it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos changed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll figure it out after I finish this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never considered an end to be truly final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had made it this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will to live, what he had built, what he still needed to achieve, what he had left behind, and what he would claim for himself in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos’ gaze turned murky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the pure white snow darkening as it mixed with blood and dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his presence was as sharp as a well-honed blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Razor-sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos also wielded Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Will was focused entirely on his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his extended arm carried his intent, his Fastest Blade would come to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos realized he was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strange, pendulum-like movement caught Enkrid’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was slightly different than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How fast was it?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been a time when Rem’s axe had seemed like a flash of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this man’s blade was beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it flashed, it was already piercing through flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, he still couldn’t properly use his right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid suddenly remembered the moment he had saved the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming an herbalist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had saved that child thanks to a talent that let him conceal his true abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, should he do the same now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. That wasn’t right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wanted to cross blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To face the Fastest Blade with his own sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even speed itself…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to grasp it, absorb it, understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a reason today had repeated itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like chasing two rabbits running in opposite directions, catching them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was time to catch the second rabbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast’s Heart beat within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognizing his opponent’s speed, his tensed muscles relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because he was imbued with courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms and hands, tensed just the right amount, gripped the sword lightly, aiming forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longsword's tip traced an upward diagonal path, piercing the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next step was Perceptive Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He imbued his intuition with intent—the intent to thrust, and nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concentration he had cultivated would explode into action the moment he swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Isolation Technique he had mastered served as the foundation for everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid understood it all, processed it, and then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgot it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He erased everything from his mind except the opponent before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even let go of who he was, who his opponent was, and what this fight was for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one thing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fastest blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind rushed past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sword moved faster than the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he knew it, it was already at his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of flesh being pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid collapsed, as if crumbling from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he fell, a Ferryman emerged like an apparition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the falling snow, the specter of the Ferryman, his torso floating in midair, asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it worth it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s face was filled with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the final moment of the thrust, he felt something—something akin to rejection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not reside in his arm this time. This Will had embedded itself in the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just an instant, it traveled from his toes, through his knees, waist, shoulder, and elbow, until it reached the very tip of his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that one fleeting moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s blade was faster than Lykanos’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham did not hesitate, even in the face of an assassin’s ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his ground, refusing to retreat from the battlefield, unleashing his strength without reserve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not back down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chaos, Dunbakel stormed into the battlefield, flipping the tide of battle, while Shinar went around slitting the throats of key mercenary officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the whirlwind of combat, they had been wading through the battlefield for what felt like an eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There, that’s the enemy commander.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant—his bodyguard—pointed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the gap in the melee, past the adjutant’s helmet-covered head, Graham could indeed see the enemy commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And standing before him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two faced each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Ragna carving through foes in the background, the sheer intensity between the two men consumed all attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham stopped his advance, momentarily forgetting to push the enemy back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t swinging their swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither had pressed a blade to the other’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, at a glance, Graham’s hands were already sweating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goosebumps crawled over his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweat trickling down his back felt cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer see the falling snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham, without realizing it, was completely focused on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The majority of soldiers around them were in the same state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm had formed, drawing in every gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Will, clashing against Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few understood what was truly happening, but they could all feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That enemy commander’s sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s going to die.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see Enkrid’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither had moved yet, but the moment the enemy commander did, Enkrid’s throat would be pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No—!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to stop this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t someone who should die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to stake his life on this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of course, Graham never got the chance to interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Enkrid nor the enemy commander signaled anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their swords clashed in a thrust—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had already passed each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham hadn’t even blinked, yet he failed to witness the execution of their strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started and ended in the same instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process was invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the outcome was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham let out a small gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something he hadn’t expected—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it was also a relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too, was wounded. Blood streamed down his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he casually pressed his hand to the wound, tilting his head slightly—showing that he was, for the most part, fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham unconsciously slammed his fist against his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mad Captain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Captain of Pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers who had been watching erupted into cheers, Graham’s adjutant among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s hearts surged with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had won!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham felt that the tide of battle had completely shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was natural to let their guard down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Graham himself remained on edge, his adjutant had let his guard slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, dirt exploded behind Graham.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three assassins emerged from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lunged at Graham’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the three, only one succeeded in reaching their goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three assassins burst forth at the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But two of their heads were instantly severed by a blade as sharp as a leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A curved blade sliced through the air, elegant yet merciless, executing two assassins in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When fighting, never let your guard down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pixie Captain spoke as she twirled her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been lingering near Graham at Kraiss’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, she had done her part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the third assassin was persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sacrificed his arm, letting the Pixie Captain sever it while using his remaining hand to drive a poisoned dagger into Graham’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A poisoned tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham clenched his teeth, staggering backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a fatal wound, but it was deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For a new world...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin uttered his final words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, without hesitation, swung her Leaf Blade once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy’s blade took the assassin’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos lay on the ground, watching everything unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reasons that had led him here, the circumstances, the past—it all faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only regret remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Brother…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to speak, but his punctured throat rendered him silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From where he lay, he watched his subordinate pierce the enemy’s back before dying himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes naturally turned upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow was falling heavily now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even the snow was tainted red, mixed with the blood pooling around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was turning crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he lay dying, Lykanos recalled a moment from the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re going to be a thief, then steal the throne itself. We’ll create a new world. We will steal freedom itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was being born a serf a reason to throw away one’s life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was having nothing a justification for oppression?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it natural to have everything taken away by those in power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would live by that same rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will become kings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The birth of the Black Blade Thieves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos had been the leader’s sworn brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been the embodiment of their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, as he lay dying, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Was this the world we wanted, Brother?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ideals had crumbled quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With power, with Krona, with authority—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had spoken of stealing the throne, of ushering in a new world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had vowed to end suffering for those like them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those vows had vanished, melting away like snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos saw a glowing doorway amidst the falling snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door opened, figures stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister had been taken by the lord for failing to pay taxes—never to be seen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents had been slain by bandits, simply because they had nothing worth stealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they stood before him, blood dripping from their eyes and mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come, my son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos’s eyes shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the doorway, directly beneath his family—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A river of dark red flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surrendered himself to the current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the shining door, the Crimson River welcomed him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2329,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","7ada104abc084ed48074c6b6d3a9bb710a02f6adca2128bd98671d217d9566ff","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-302","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-200",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]