[{"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-379":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},428154,689,"Chapter 377","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-379",379,"\u003Cp>A violet lamp swayed above the rippling black river. As the ferry rocked, so too did his body, moving side to side with the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sat at the edge of the ferry, lips sealed in silence. The ferryman spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is a very easy way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not respond. The ferryman continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips barely moved, but his voice echoed across the ferry, lingering in the still air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run, and do not face your death. If you do, I will take care of everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lowered his gaze at a diagonal, as if his mind was weighed down with endless thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman's lips parted once more. His voice, faint yet persistent, drifted again over the boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you refuse to flee, then use your tongue. Persuade your opponent. Prepare for what follows. If there are two of you, you may be able to handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Aisia and Enkrid joined forces, they could face the one who would come next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeating today meant knowing the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every repeated day was an exact copy, but the larger framework remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia had already exhausted herself and sustained injuries fighting Enkrid. Enkrid himself was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they fought together without injuries, if they preserved their stamina, they could handle the next enemy. They might even claim victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle fought at the cost of their lives—if they stood as one, their chances would be far greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it would not be a guaranteed victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to know exactly what the wall is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman’s tone, as always, carried no emotion. He spoke only facts, imparting meaning without feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid listened to the ferryman’s words but gave no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he mulling over what had been said?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman lightly kicked the ferry’s floor with his toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boat swayed violently. Enkrid, still seated, planted his hands on the floor to steady himself. Then, he lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vacant stare. A face lost in thought. Lips slightly parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what the ferryman saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes finally regained focus, and he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did I just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a rare moment, the ferryman almost betrayed emotion—but he held back and asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blinked twice before responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I didn’t hear you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant it. He had been too focused to listen. As always, he responded with complete honesty and sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman's lips moved faster than his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words had not even entered this fool’s head. They hadn’t gone in one ear and out the other, nor had they been rejected in defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had simply been ignored. Swallowed whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ferryman, impassive as he was, might have felt irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s bewildered look was genuine. The fact made it even more frustrating to witness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, innocence was a weapon—a slow, suffocating weight pressing against the chest of those who encountered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman neither raised his voice nor pressed the matter. Sending him off was enough. He had a reason for doing so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I will watch.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever this fool was thinking, whatever he intended to do—he would see soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid neither hesitated nor looked embarrassed. He simply nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form blurred and faded from the ferry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left alone, the ferryman gazed silently into the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, he would repeat this day again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again, he would arrive at this very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meeting on the ferry, lost within the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman saw ahead into the repetition of today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was meant to happen would happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was determined would unfold as it must.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Enkrid had surprised him a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could surpass a wall in a single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repetition of today was suffering. An endless chain of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the nature of this curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to a man consumed by madness, even pain could become euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A madman.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman’s gaze shifted—not toward the black waters, but toward Enkrid, bound to his endless cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the curse, he could see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the ferryman watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking at dawn, training his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Convincing a city official by kicking him square in the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sending Ragna and Dunbakel to handle the invading force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the assassins and, with a casual comment about his own stab wound, embarrassing the comrades beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marching to the palace and cutting down the bitter ties standing in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing without hesitation. No drawn-out conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You raped a maid, right? Last time, I didn’t even ask before I cut you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored the shock on the man’s face entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No interest in the past now standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There should have been lingering resentment, considering he had nearly killed the master of this curse before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s simply fixated on something else right now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of the man he had accused, Enkrid turned his gaze to the maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked with his eyes: Is it true?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trembling maid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was a swift execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once more, he stood before the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight with striking orange hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is as far as you go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blocked his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to ask. This was going to happen anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wasn’t even how he thought about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting moment, the ferryman glimpsed into Enkrid’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An emotion brimming with expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That bastard...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here because he wanted to fight this wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had charged forward solely to cross blades with that knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A repetition of the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not entirely identical in its details, but still the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though some things had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he reached this point—back in the morning, during his training—there had been a difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rem, how did you do that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just as the sun had reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the city official ranted, Enkrid continued speaking with Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You insolent brat! The great me is here, and you’re chatting?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid dismissed him and asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official gawked in stunned disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The way you aimed the tip of your blade. You blocked with the axe’s edge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s called aiming the axe’s edge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem blinked, then gave a short, blunt reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just need to aim well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t much more to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid saw no need to press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the one difference in today’s repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ignored official exploded in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, before the wall that was Aisia, he tried something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And met a similar result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut down. Stabbed. Defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collapsed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet there was another difference in this repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One the ferryman already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Enkrid did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted behind Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man she had called senior did not appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll check the rear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia left. And that was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed for a moment, then complete darkness followed. Today had ended once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman gazed across the boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grains of dust-like fragments gathered, accumulating until they took shape—gradually forming a human figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman felt his curiosity surge. There was no need to suppress it, so he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have just one question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There he was, that same vacant gaze. Enkrid stood there, as lost in thought as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Earlier, you weren’t listening to me. What were you thinking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid opened his mouth without hesitation. There was no reason to hide it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing to conceal at all—only the question of why the ferryman even cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was thinking about how to block blade-point targeting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire burning in his eyes—the sheer heat of his determination—made the ferryman certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man, Enkrid, was utterly absorbed in just one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he only saw the opponent before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter whether they were a wall or an obstacle. He saw only them, recognized only them, and devoted all of his focus to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman spoke words he didn’t have to say but had the authority to offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you think of that as a wall?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had meant to tell him no. To make him face the real wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words went unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why does that matter? That’s not what’s important to me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, too, went unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do you have anything else to say? If not, could you let me get back to thinking?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left unspoken as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman felt something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of absurdity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was baffling. He had crafted his words carefully, intending to toy with this fool’s thoughts—yet he had been utterly defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words melted into the darkness, swallowed and discarded without purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do as you will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman answered, already knowing Enkrid would do just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fine. Go ahead and try. What you’re looking at right now isn’t a wall anyway.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what his words left unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid vanished once again, his form fading and scattering into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So dull-witted.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, this was precisely what he had been hoping for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Enkrid overcame this wall, it would leave a deep scar upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him struggle through that pain—nothing would be more delightful than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he crossed this wall, then that alone would become its own kind of curse upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve realized one thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mimicking Rem’s method would be worthwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Rem’s—he would try everyone’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imitation, after all, was one of the fastest ways to understand the techniques of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My own method comes after that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a path was visible, he would walk it. That was just how Enkrid was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the wall? What was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had asked the ferryman, he probably would have received an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s ferryman had seemed like the type to offer one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t important. There was no need to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he didn’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you thinking about so early in the morning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the third today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his dawn training, he had paused, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, who had woken up late, looked at him and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, earlier than on the second today, threw out the key question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you aim the axe’s edge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the question came out of nowhere, Rem wasn’t surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid doing things like this was nothing new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the answer came just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aisia’s sword was pointed at me, wasn’t it? So I was aiming at the tip of my opponent’s blade. With my axe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His explanation was a mess, like a stage where wild dogs had torn everything apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disordered. Hard to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he were the type to give up because of that, he wouldn’t have picked up a sword in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, even Rem himself knew that his explanation was lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try aiming with Sparks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem lifted his long-handled axe as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he held it with ease, the weapon’s balance was uniquely weighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far heavier than it appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just by holding it, he shifted the gravity of the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid drew Sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled it free, the slender blade aligning straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stood there, he wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t the first step of imitation just pointing the blade’s tip?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Mix in pressure and killing intent.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, it was the exact opposite of Jaxon’s Lethal Thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One deceived by erasing its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other deceived by amplifying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid couldn’t replicate it perfectly just yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, for now, he simply pointed his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem struck the tip of Enkrid’s sword with his axe’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, he hit the very point of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replayed what Rem had just done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A physical demonstration was far more effective than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he mulled it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had struck the very tip of Sparks with the sharpest line of his axe’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade and point had met perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beyond skill—bordering on miraculous precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This act contained a question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could you meet the tip of a blade with another at full speed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound of realization escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it. You’ll understand when you do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid slowly took both swords in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks and the gladius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clashing swords together was easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tip to tip?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edge to tip?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was possible if done slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Difficult—but not impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles tensed on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made the movement unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he make it natural?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What skill did he need to achieve it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly. If you can do that, then you’ve got it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem strapped his long axe onto his waist as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had said all he needed to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t even nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already fallen into his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total immersion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem watched, finding the sight strange—then spotted Andrew and held up a finger to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent “Shh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew, who had been about to speak, closed his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stepping back three paces, he asked in a hushed voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, I’ll personally train you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I’m fine. I can train alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, that won’t do. I will carry on the captain’s will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enkrid isn’t dead, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Western tongue is still lacking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew’s expression said, Since when have you ever spoken Western?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his silent protest was ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Enkrid, ears open but mind deep in thought, plunged further into his own contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>",2295,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","654e68f0e7b7cb38e0617e4719180cefc114d388f0c167fdacfded489f115e4f","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-380","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-378",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]