[{"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-322":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},427847,689,"Chapter 320","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-322",322,"\u003Cp>Second Praise: The Morning of Today Has Dawned\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid repeated the same day once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chain of ominous feelings, which surpassed the sense of evasion, still tightened around his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs stiffened, unable to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, it was no different from watching someone die today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time evening approached, Enkrid spoke his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, he had made the necessary preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ragna, hold the sword and rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had said it in advance, but the sword was not the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not in his best condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that didn’t stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s why it was a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight killed all of his comrades once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third day passed, and then the fourth day passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ominous feelings, tightening chains, the deaths of his comrades, his own death, pain, and sometimes meeting the ferryman of the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Despair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman came again, planting the word \"despair\" in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Despair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same day repeated, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tied to the chain of ominous feelings and stopped, Enkrid filled his eyes with the death of his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, whose fighting skill was poor, insisted on blocking his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who talked of fleeing every day—why was he turning his back in this moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because of that, it never dulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both physical and inner pain were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to endure the same pain always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to witness everything always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had never intended to turn away, but pain was pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is despair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman, with a light tone, passed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the twenty-second day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Shinar’s chest split open, Enkrid’s fingers twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a repetition of today, slightly different from the previous twenty-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fiancée.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first day, he thought she had died, but she was not an ordinary swordswoman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With age, she twisted the sword’s trajectory and minimized the wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that, two swords techniques—one striking and one parrying—were mixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ragna, he did not compete by speed against his opponent’s strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he stood firm with his sword raised, enduring with strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were people with much to learn from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, Kraiss, Dunbakel, Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After witnessing their deaths, Enkrid regained the freedom of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally moving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he spoke a simple sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the blade in the hands of the man with brown hair pierced his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid died again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword was the river, and the ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept appearing, as if with no work to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Despair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman’s empty gaze was directed at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared at the ferryman indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the word \"despair\" was always spoken, there was never a sign of weariness or boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s body began to fade as he watched with indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to return to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to live through today, watching the death of his comrades again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the moment to face the repetition of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, his body and face dissolved into smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman looked at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, the ferryman, never spoke through expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, sometimes he did express part of his feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the time in the dream came to an end, Enkrid’s body blurred, and the ferryman expressed a part of his feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He conveyed his meaning with words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smile?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid awoke from the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was the beginning of the repeating day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the thirty-second day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bad omen,\" Enkrid muttered as soon as he woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing he did was dismiss the past day as just a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, rather than dismissing it as a dream, it was better to call it the first step to move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A day where nothing could be done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t that quite unpleasant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even felt like bugs were crawling all over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the dream?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, asked from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You died in the dream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s unlucky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied honestly, and Kraiss responded sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I dreamed you died too, Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold onto your sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really unlucky words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna also replied with sincerity, making it a rather cozy morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Ragna didn’t believe in superstitions, hearing such words suddenly was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when those words came from Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it right to talk nonsense like that from a barbarian?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, rarely, muttered some complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an indifferent tone, but the content was quite something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid reacted as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it an insult?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A duel challenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’s saying it’s similar to Rem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a lighthearted jest, Enkrid threw the words back at him, and Ragna didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved more energetically today than any other day before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair? That was not a word that easily reached his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a harsh situation, he admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was absurdly monstrous, he admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the answer was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Once.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could endure the first strike, the opponent would retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, is this despair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there was a way to avoid it, it wasn’t the path Enkrid would take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was a reaper, Enkrid still felt pure joy as his dream drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with the pain, there was also a thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death of his companions was buried as a dream, and he moved on to the next. Enkrid made that his starting point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, no one would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, only a clear answer remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Just endure it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he couldn’t?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would keep trying until it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If necessary, he would do whatever it took to make it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he have to watch his comrades die over and over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was despair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s flimsy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many “todays” had he already passed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many ways to break the cycle of repeating days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did a repeated day always have to end the same way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he could do things he couldn’t before, despite his body being paralyzed, it was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid first gathered his gear, which was set aside in a corner of the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he wrap himself in bandages, even under armor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wouldn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t he see the knight’s sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No armor could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Shinar’s armor wasn’t ordinary, and it simply shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something in that single strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could already sense what that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight uses ‘will’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recognized that for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he could let it go for now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the snake sword work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already forgotten how bad his own body was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another day passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good work, everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid always said similar things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if things repeated, some things should not dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t forget that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some trivial words passed, one phrase stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"‘It’s demonic.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss’s words were followed by a ripping sound. The man with brown hair entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always started the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man said, and Enkrid began preparing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s just once, I’ll let it go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be the way he respected his own honor, he seemed to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted like he didn’t want to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still couldn’t block that one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the man spoke, Enkrid moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Enkrid didn’t even properly listen to what the man said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard it too many times already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things become numb after repetition, but other things don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The things that stuck in his mind were just annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor, whatever it was, didn’t matter right now. His focus had ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the chains of dread tightened around his body, Enkrid had already started overcoming them once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He commanded his body, from the tips of his fingers to his muscles, to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s feet naturally fell forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body moved as he willed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of dread still clutched at his throat, but it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he was moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, seeing that Enkrid was walking despite ignoring his words, focused his gaze on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I go first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fiancée.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar tried to stop him, but it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it me you’re aiming for? Or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he took another step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all the “todays” he’d passed, he had already figured out what he needed to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To get past this today, he had to recognize and face what was necessary within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The author’s goal is me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When faced with that, Enkrid wouldn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acknowledged what he had learned through careful recollection and confronted the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a ting, the sword was unsheathed—an iconic weapon of the reaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dream-formed reaper wielding a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Splendid. You.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wham.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid tried to block, but the opponent’s sword reached him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it faster than Lykanos?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it similar to Jaxon’s unkillable thrust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had seen this kind of strike countless times, but this was his first attempt at blocking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the difference in speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent had started from his feet, thrusting the sword without any transfer of force, making it impossible to read the timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I was too slow.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid accepted that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was slow, and he missed. So, it was only natural that his heart was pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Enkrid grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this the first thing he wanted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reaper saw that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Crazy bastard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reaper saw through Enkrid in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was not normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Enkrid, that was irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply satisfied that his trick had worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, Ragna, Kraiss, Dunbakel, Esther—if he didn’t want to see their deaths, he just needed to act first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness churned; the river of swords was upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t time to open the world of dreams, but still, the ferryman managed to break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed, the ferryman offered another praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crazy bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of praise was already the second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid barely left a reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to say more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it an illusion, or was the boat on the churning river shaking even more than usual?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My body moves.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all that was left was to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew, good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s good about this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss asked as soon as Enkrid woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t mind it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he recover his body right away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking, he picked up Ragna’s sword and set it beside his bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Want to spar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's easier to act than explain the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, to get some heat in the body, it was important to keep moving without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to the stove, he stretched his muscles and performed movements that stimulated his regeneration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his mind didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can I block it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still felt lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because he could move his body didn’t mean he could block the strike right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just one strike, wasn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the knight's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what he had done on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword hadn’t been stopped by mere soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had defeated mercenaries skilled with blades, and even men from the Huryer family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were also magicians and shamans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most recently, he had been trapped by enemy forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had managed to escape relying on his senses, though it wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To someone who didn’t know what it meant to repeat today, it seemed almost like supernatural skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had crossed that perilous line with only a sword—well, three swords, to be precise—but it seemed as though he had done it effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was he a magician?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss asked suddenly, which was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Esther sent him a questioning look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t cast spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the knight's sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he felt like a regular soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Jaxon have noticed if he were here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, if Jaxon were here, wouldn't he have easily fallen to the knight as well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he have done something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Ragna hadn't been injured?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such were the random thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this despair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were these the remnants of the emotions that the ferryman had stuffed into his mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t bother to discard or erase any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let it sit naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was despair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was what happens when you have nothing to look at, cutting off hope and collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was when you fall by your own pessimism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this had nothing to do with Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t block the knight’s blow, so was he going to be trapped in today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, that seemed welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was better than doing nothing, trudging through the day with no change, watching his dreams burn and tear apart, grow old and wither.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another fierce day today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let it struggle, let it fight. What if death is coming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he wouldn’t live to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, all the past days, all the things the ferryman had said about suffering and ignorance, all those countless days before today...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid broke through one of his shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was as straight and upright as when he first greeted today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a small realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also a big one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no rule saying I can't use today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used it when fighting werewolves and magicians, and when breaking through spell traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an expansion of concept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled, but endured and used the curse of repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the moment he recognized the actions he had done with his body now in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The task came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ragna.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice naturally carried strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna reacted to Enkrid’s change in attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he suddenly like this again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Assuming my body’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes sparkled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he say? He looked strangely excited, his eyes full of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, but Ragna interrupted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine right now. Better than the captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, arrogance was the strongest weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s arrogance shone as brightly as Enkrid’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid naturally followed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My body’s at about nine-tenths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was actually five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m completely recovered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just got better myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, who had been listening to their conversation, murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are they doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trying to figure out who’s the bigger fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss summed up the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wasn’t hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been hurt as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, no one reacted to her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid and Ragna paid no attention to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Enkrid ignored them, and Ragna naturally followed his lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point was this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you block the knight’s sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That question, that attitude, the weight in the words and eyes, and something burning in the air, aside from arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all a provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna sank into his world for a moment after hearing the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle was a turning point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna could see a way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew too easily where his talent was heading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even though the way was clear, he hadn’t walked it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t be sure because he hadn’t experienced it firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hadn’t his shining talent already shown him the way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talent awakened by this event had once again revealed the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was half-convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the way to becoming a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll block it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he removed the arrogance, it would be possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a strike containing ‘will’, he could create the path first and block even the knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a vague certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was confidence too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he wouldn’t fall weakly from a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it wasn’t just about being locked in a state of confusion and acting like an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as much as Enkrid had changed, Ragna’s change was subtly noticeable as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when he saw the knight. His reactions to the repeated today were subtly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he see something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was doubt, it was a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had seen an easy, convenient path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had asked Ragna for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, tell me the method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna seemed almost intoxicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s voice and gaze made him that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he opened his mouth without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He imagined the knight’s sword and drew it in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent-wise, he was easily the best in the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth opened quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>",2813,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","d8c3c091746a337c768168b33d13f1fda8ffff55f22457582634567d4582a003","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-323","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-321",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]