[{"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-375":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},428150,689,"Chapter 373","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-375",375,"\u003Cp>By the time Rophod and his group arrived in the west, the forces of Viscount Mernes had already taken position before the city gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are a lot of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at a glance, the enemy numbers were overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siege weapons were among them as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And standing at the front, gazing up at the city walls, were ten warriors—each one exuding an undeniable presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weapons varied, but their auras were unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was a familiar face—someone Rophod knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A deserter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight who had caused trouble in the order and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spotted Rophod atop the wall and smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word was mouthed rather than spoken, but Rophod felt a chill run down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man had been his senior—far more skilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite a knight, but ruthless enough to be the most dangerous type of opponent in a true fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the other nine standing with him were of similar caliber…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about the one behind them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood taller, his presence more commanding than the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a helmet adorned with a single, sharp horn, his shoulder guards matching the design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether his strength matched his eccentric taste in armor remained to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the ten warriors ahead were formidable, what about the entire army stationed behind them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the weight of impending defeat crept into Rophod’s chest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A lot of fun-looking bastards here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beastwoman’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the voice of the swordsman who had trouble finding his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of them looks decent at least. The rest? Nothing special.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rophod was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They showed no sense of urgency. Not even a sliver of tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open the gates! We are the forces of Viscount Mernes, here to capture the traitors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy commander called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man Rophod didn’t recognize—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neatly dressed, helmet tucked under his left arm, a sword at his waist and a shield in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield gleamed under the sunlight, blinding to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers on the wall wavered, fear creeping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they faltered here, they would lose before the battle even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold your ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization struck Rophod again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they held the will to protect, they could fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Rophod stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That will not happen! The Queen has given no such order!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, hoping he didn't sound like a frightened dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just open the gates already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deserter sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if saying, What do you think you can do to stop us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Fall back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rophod said through clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they had to stop the enemy’s advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were only ten of them at the front, but they alone were enough to break the spirit of the soldiers atop the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ragna was not a commander to unite them all with words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more comfortable speaking through the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was what he would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same went for Dunbakel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of her hand, she tapped the curved blades hanging at her hips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words were not their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to speak through battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after Ragna had left, Enkrid spotted One-Eyed Jack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been watching the commotion inside the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me a ride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack was a friend. A favor was nothing between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was already mapping the fastest route to the palace in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horse was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding through the same roads he had previously taken by carriage would be the quickest way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had made the request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack blinked once before shifting his body aside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign of agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid moved forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whizz!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arrow flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid leaned his head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short bolt whizzed past his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the wall, masked figures stood atop the rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the sun had not yet set, more than thirty of them were concealed in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their clothing and aura were all too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren’t you tired of this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were they so persistent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of a contract?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. No assassin risked everything on a contract alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already dealt with their mages and assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, for them to still possess this much firepower—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thrown everything into this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed they had bet their very lives on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don’t quit just because it’s tiresome. It’s duty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them answered from the far-left side of Enkrid’s vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man whose arms hung unnaturally long, nearly twice the length of his companions’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, they did not appear limp. He simply kept them relaxed at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, one figure stood out—unmasked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the rooftop wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the others, who crouched or hunched over, this one stood upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White-haired, wearing a monocle, dressed in a neat shirt and jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped his cane sword against the wall as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were ordered to be stabbed, yet you still stand. Do you take our contract lightly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze flickered toward Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this is the one who tried to recruit Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not bother looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that Jaxon had not rejected the offer on the spot meant he had accepted the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he had not followed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had failed to kill Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, he followed orders. Now, you owe us an explanation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke in Jaxon’s stead, his tone unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon bit his lip, shifting his gaze away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear he wanted no part in this conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about? You’re still alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired man was part of the Assassin’s Union leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had all gathered here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Union leader herself was hidden, observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was skilled at blending in as a common assassin before striking with lethal precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He stabbed me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He stabbed me. Right here. Look—if you don’t believe me, I can let him stab me again right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pointed to his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound was gone, leaving only a faint scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to see it, one would have to get close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it was covered by a protective bracer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way they could see it from where they stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what the hell is this bastard talking about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Union leader, hidden among them, considered the possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired assassin, having come to the same thought, narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…You were stabbed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was told to stab me, so he did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid responded without a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the order was to stab him, then the contract was technically fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that he hadn’t died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t Jaxon’s fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stabbed. That was a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a smug expression, Enkrid repeatedly gestured to his left arm, emphasizing his point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired assassin’s cheek twitched in irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some members of the Union’s leadership were slack-jawed in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others seethed with murderous rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard is mocking us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Enkrid, Jaxon let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was really doing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was told to stab me. So he did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not what that order meant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same argument they had had during training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid, grinning, had answered the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, but you did tell him to stab me, didn’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept repeating the same words, refusing to acknowledge anyone else's reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were likely furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furious because he had tricked them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an odd man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had taken their anger and returned it to them with gentle, indirect mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurt, you know? I was in pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid added those words, his opponent finally reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This bastard is completely insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired assassin clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon felt a bit embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were things you could insist on, and things you couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring coded language and implied meanings was simply absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Enkrid wasn’t actually trying to insist on anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was provocation—meant to get under their skin, to let them know just how much they had annoyed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, it was creating an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few assassins listening to the conversation visibly stiffened, their expressions contorting in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them even shifted uncomfortably, thinking, What the hell is this nonsense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid’s hands were faster than their thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words \"insane bastard\" left the assassin’s lips, Enkrid’s arms shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp whistle rang out as two Whistle Daggers soared through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both blades struck assassins clean in the forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies toppled backward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they even hit the ground, Enkrid and Jaxon were already in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon said, and Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splitting up, Jaxon darted sideways, flipping his hood up and tightening his belt before vanishing into the shadows near the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced at him briefly, took a deep breath, and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come at me, all of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left foot stomped the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer force of Heart of Might cracked the earth beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raw power was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins were momentarily shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle cry, the shockwave—every assassin on the wall instinctively turned their gaze toward Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previous taunting had already drawn their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell is this lunatic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the assassins weren’t ones to be easily intimidated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than hesitating, one of them—a particularly impatient one—pulled out a vial labeled Ten Breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A modified poison designed to burst into a green gas upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One breath was enough to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten breaths meant certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the assassin cocked his arm back to throw it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scorching sensation bloomed in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat, not pain, was the first thing he registered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision darkened, the sound of rushing water filling his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon had erased his presence entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relics helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones he had acquired during the raid on the Black Blade bandits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cloak blocked his life force from leaking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His belt silenced his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blending into the shadows, Jaxon had crept up and driven his longsword straight through the assassin’s neck from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of his blade emerged from the man’s throat, sending a spray of blood onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four nearby assassins reacted, leaping backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, poisoned darts whizzed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They struck the spot where Jaxon had been—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressing himself against the wall, he stayed hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired assassin shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Jaxon was already repositioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked three Silent Flying Daggers into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two found their mark, embedding into the throats of two assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked by the long-armed assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed unnaturally—a magic implant embedded within his artificial eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, pointing at Jaxon as he ran beneath the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silencing his presence didn’t make him invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon was still visible in the narrow gap between the buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a light jump, he swung his longsword in a wide arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the assassins’ perspective on the wall, it must have looked like the blade of a guillotine rising from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced toward an assassin wielding a modified crossbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike wasn’t powerful enough to sever the wrist entirely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it embedded itself halfway through the assassin’s forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had been aiming at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aagh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There! He’s over there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another assassin shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One immediately vaulted off the wall, flipping midair as he hurled a dagger downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whizz! Whizz!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of Whistle Daggers soared toward Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than dodging, Jaxon simply stopped moving—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the daggers whistled past him, embedding themselves in the stone wall behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resuming his sprint, Jaxon yanked out one of the buried daggers and flung it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin in midair barely managed to twist out of the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second dagger was intercepted by a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An assassin carrying a shield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed absurd, but it made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A good assassin adapted to their target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So throwing daggers won’t work on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon thought, kicking off the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movement was as fluid as Esther’s when scaling walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing atop the stone barrier, Jaxon surveyed his surroundings and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don’t want to die, don’t chase me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he leapt down and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we let our guard down, he’ll take us out one by one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s why we’re here together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two higher-ranking assassins exchanged words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the long-armed assassin searched for Enkrid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, perhaps this had been planned all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Enkrid had drawn attention, Jaxon had hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Jaxon had drawn attention, Enkrid had done what needed to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Jaxon had said, \"You go ahead,\" they had instinctively fallen into sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training together, sparring every day—this level of coordination was second nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Him first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired assassin tapped his cane sword against the ground, pointing in the direction Jaxon had fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, their mission had been to eliminate the assassin affiliated with Geor Dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid going to the palace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because within the palace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters far worse than them awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>",2223,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","bbb3bca7bcd8387f53d1f2d913c98ddd62c229b5237ff3453572ec642d7e4c04","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-376","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-374",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]