[{"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-337":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},427862,689,"Chapter 335","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-337",337,"\u003Cp>It was training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noblemen, merchants, and city officials continued to visit, but Enkrid no longer cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss was handling everything in the middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had told him to pull some strings, and Kraiss had certainly done just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve come all this way, and you’re telling me I can’t even meet with a mere city soldier?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when an old and cunning noble visited—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, you cannot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss answered like a puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even resorted to small displays of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They want a fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk Meelun had been assigned as Kraiss’s bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many who had the guts to provoke her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the world that was strange—just Enkrid and the people around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kraiss never acted recklessly or used brute force to drive people away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s preparing for an important battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A convenient excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a matter directly handled by the central authority.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A royal backing thrown into the mix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough to ward off any petty noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the merchants, Kraiss didn’t even have to deal with them himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you have business, take it up with the Lockfried Caravan. They’ve signed an exclusive contract with the lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just pass the problem along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leona Lockfried was more than capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could handle any mid-sized trade company on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you think the name Lockfried is so easily disregarded?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just invoking the name of the caravan was enough to settle half the issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when noble-backed trading companies came knocking, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they wanted was access to trade routes through Enkrid’s influence, a chance to increase their profits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leona promised them exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The trade routes will expand. Our caravan alone can’t handle it all anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the merchants who had been trying to win Enkrid’s favor now flocked to Leona instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handpicked the best among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognizing value and selecting the right opportunities was her specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her work, Kraiss was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All it took was the captain showing his face, and a tangled mess got cleaned up just like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Enkrid, Kraiss might still be busy negotiating minor details with Leona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, despite Kraiss handling everything so well, Enkrid wasn’t free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he was busier than ever—doing what he truly wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come at me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was obsessed with sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way he wouldn’t be busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t get yourself killed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the midst of battle, Enkrid made sure to train Rem’s sharp tongue as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fights were brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like sheer madness—like they were throwing their lives away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Enkrid and Rem, it was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Dunbakel and Teresa joined in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin assisted as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Ragna stayed out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he spent his time slicing the air or slipping into a meditative trance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else, however, found themselves increasingly shocked by Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t help it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When did he get like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel felt the gap between them widening even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa, even with all the tricks and raw power of her half-giant bloodline, saw an insurmountable wall before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither of them considered giving up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no room for surrender when standing before a man who had crawled up from the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither physically nor mentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Giving up? You struggling? Oh, poor little beastwoman. If it’s so hard, why don’t you just die? That’d be easier, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Dunbakel ever showed the slightest hint of quitting, Rem would step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister, the holy scriptures say that sometimes a different kind of pain can make one forget their original suffering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, too, wouldn’t hesitate to help Teresa forget by providing her with a different kind of pain—one of the physical variety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, neither of them actually voiced these thoughts aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa merely reaffirmed her determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two women had already ingrained within themselves the mindset of always pushing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their perspectives had changed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had ears, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had heard the stories of Enkrid—of who he was and how he had risen to this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they listened to the soldiers, they’d learn that Enkrid had once been nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He used to be under me. And I was better looking too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little remark came from Venzance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every other soldier told the same tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had once been nothing more than a lowly mercenary—a bottom-feeder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was a different being entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hero of the city, a champion of the battlefield, a mentor to the young trainees of Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His beginnings were humble, but his rise was grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like something out of scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa even found herself wondering if the weak shall become strong was more than just a saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Dunbakel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t fall behind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinding her teeth, she pushed forward with everything she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even realizing it, she had started mirroring Enkrid’s own desperate struggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Enkrid didn’t care what a beastwoman or a half-giant thought of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond training and sparring, he made sure to spend his time productively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t impatient, but he couldn’t afford to let time slip by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen the knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had witnessed its movement, the way it cut first and blocked second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a single exchange with a knight had broadened his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars on his path shone brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specter of death that had once loomed over his dreams had now faded into a distant starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That light illuminated his way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural that his passion soared even higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What seemed like a harsh and grueling routine to others was a source of joy and exhilaration for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The self-proclaimed greatest blacksmith in Border Guard inspected the sword gifted by the enemy’s knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver blade, masterfully finished, with a grip wrapped in beast-hide leather and a rounded pommel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t ordinary craftsmanship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid showed him Flicker and his gladius, the blacksmith’s eyes practically popped out of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sparkled with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The forging technique is different. This isn’t human craftsmanship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an excellent eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could immediately recognize the value of Flicker and the gladius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You planning to wield all three?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blacksmith and Enkrid had known each other for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rank meant nothing to the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, his craft was all that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a guild for blacksmiths who wanted stable work and financial security, but no such guild existed in Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you weren’t making farming tools, you were working directly for the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This particular blacksmith had turned away from guild stability in favor of honing his skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid respected that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw him as someone who chased a dream, much like himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if he said that aloud, the blacksmith would probably scoff and call it nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his pride was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, gazing at him, was reminded of his own ambitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was because his motivation had been running too high lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still staring at the swords, the blacksmith asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So? What do you need?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been using them roughly. Could use some maintenance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, I need fifty finely balanced throwing knives, reinforced greaves, and a full replacement of my gauntlets and armor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a mercenary, good equipment was another life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, as a knight—or at least a knight in everything but title—that hadn’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I had been holding a cheap longsword when I faced that knight’s blade?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought irritated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, having a weapon perfectly suited to him was part of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charge it to the castle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine by me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blacksmith got to work, sharpening the blades and inspecting them thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Enkrid had learned how to maintain weapons well during his mercenary days, there was always a difference when a master handled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides—he couldn’t exactly neglect training just to learn smithing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, and do you have any maces, war hammers, or axes ready?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blacksmith finally looked up from the swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze met Enkrid’s, asking What are you going to do with all that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going to use them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had ordered the weapons because he needed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since he had placed the order, the blacksmith simply nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way the rumors from the battlefield would have avoided the ears of a blacksmith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the request had been more absurd, he would have accepted it without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After briefly losing himself in admiration of the three swords, the blacksmith thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could I make a better blade than these?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, he would try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he did, the first person to see it would be the man standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Enkrid found the sword to his liking, then they would discuss the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll send the weapons along with your equipment later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that settled, Enkrid threw himself back into training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tense your muscles and exert force.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By doing so, you can forge a body as strong as steel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dawn training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s words were met with silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t tilt his head in confusion, but he did question it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you saying a body can become immune to blades?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right, Brother. You understand perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say it aloud, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin answered before he could even ask how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You already know the method.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asking and answering isn’t bad, but sometimes, realization comes best through personal discovery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That response was an answer in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was a training session so absurd it made everything up to this point seem laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin picked up a hammer—its head wrapped in thick cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What exactly are you planning to do with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel asked, her voice tinged with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Training, Sister. If you’re interested, step in line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel did not step in line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew this wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she wanted to absorb everything from Enkrid, this was something best left for later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid silently followed Audin’s instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tense the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take the hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin struck Enkrid’s side with the hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the hardest swing, but for an average person, the blow would have shattered ribs and rattled their insides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Very good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had applied just the right amount of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single glance, he had gauged the durability of Enkrid’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid took the hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t this just torture?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, passing by, couldn’t help but comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his hurry, he had stopped to stare at the absurd scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is all training that will strengthen both body and mind. Would you like to join the line, Brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you hit me, that would be murder, Audin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss replied with utmost seriousness—before promptly disappearing at full sprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid inhaled deeply as he watched Kraiss flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breathe in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tighten your core. If you lose stability for even a second, you’ll break something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s voice rang out, and the hammer came down once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact resonated through his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, tingling sensation ran through his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I enjoying this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As pain coursed through him, Enkrid wondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Audin enjoying this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His usual serene smile seemed… just a little wider than normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was always smiling faintly, but now? It felt more pronounced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, it appeared warm and benevolent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But looks could be deceiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The devil arrives wearing the face of an angel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid found himself reciting scripture he had heard so many times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I look forward to the day you no longer need the cloth padding, Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s words were more terrifying than the hammer itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smiled faintly in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As do I.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were pointless, it would have been a waste of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His willpower responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something, born from his Rejection of Death, was beginning to take root in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it rejecting the impact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was enduring it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the standardized techniques of knights, there were a few universal fundamentals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intimidation was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why so many knights specialized in it—it was considered an entry-level skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the most well-known techniques was Endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A power originally exclusive to holy knights, now widespread across the entire knightly order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its purpose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The instinctive reaction to pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It allowed the user to ignore it, as if coating their body in iron armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When mastered, it became a knight’s foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With it, one could possess a body that would not be cut, even by a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brown-haired knight’s shock at being cut by Ragna’s blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much one trained their muscles, they couldn’t develop an unbreakable body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if one wrapped their will around themselves like armor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another milestone had appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it this ridiculous training that had triggered it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, even his spars with Rem had become more brutal than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No more holding back, huh? You’ve improved a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem wielded his dual axes, and after sixteen exchanges, Enkrid left a cut on his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, Rem’s remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? Did that hurt? Maybe I should’ve taken it easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure. Let’s kill each other today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll burn you and scatter your ashes in the river.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short sentence, but deeply provocative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What ashes would he be scattering?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a way of saying, I’ll kill you first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, despite the harsh words, Rem wasn’t displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s recent transformation had made him feel a sense of urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to change, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, training intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started swinging his axes through empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His burning drive kept him moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of provocation—he didn’t mind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s energy shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid, watching, spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t you say you’d use a sling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle nudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, fully immersed in his training, instinctively reached for his new weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>",2381,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","f52bdd3fe900c3b0aa830df368db93434f9e2cfc489c90d44e3a3bb069eeefd3","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-338","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-336",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]