[{"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-387":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},428162,689,"Chapter 385","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-387",387,"\u003Cp>\"Step back. If you do that, you can have everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther stood before the illusory figure projected in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had followed this trail out of curiosity—wondering what kind of trick was at play. If they dared attack, she intended to show them the difference in their standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the response was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not pick a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they activated a magic circle, casting a spell that displayed the image of someone far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Quite the trick, isn't it?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crossed her mind that this was no simple feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoning an illusion here required considerable resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was on the level of spatial transmission magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making something visible as an illusion was entirely different from showing an actual reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some mages were said to achieve this with water-mirrors, but such magic was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t Esther’s field of expertise, nor had she ever witnessed it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite her thoughts, she remained utterly composed, not even blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze swept past. She had left the capital and reached the nearby forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two mages stood beside the magic circle with their hands clasped respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from within the illusion, the figure of her adversary appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Count Molsen—the one she had seen by Enkrid’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The most important thing for a mage is a world that aligns with their will. What I offer is clear. What do you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion exuded confidence, as if rejecting this proposal was out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t asking for her help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t demanding betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t even instructing her to do anything against Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted was one thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her to take a step back and simply watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to weigh the scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man before her wielded high-level magic. The artifacts and research he offered were valuable, precious resources for any mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, what he requested was trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man understood what was important to a mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two mages standing beside the illusion assumed Esther would nod without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Count Molsen had factored that into his calculations as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther had stayed by Enkrid’s side to lift her curse. But at this point, Enkrid’s presence was no longer essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already begun using a portion of the curse to forge a new path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the current reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the offer was indeed tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chance to expand her world and gain the resources to advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was irritating that Count Molsen seemed so certain of that fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was also irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was scheming, she had the power to ignore him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her struggles with the curse had carved those lessons into her world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther met the eyes of the illusion in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being an illusion, there was no color in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She locked gazes with the colorless projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a smirk, she let out a bright, unrestrained laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two mages at her side flinched, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been prepared to make a move if things didn’t go their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Esther lifted her arm, the front of her coat shifted, revealing the snug outfit beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lust flickered in the eyes of the two mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the illusion and the spellcasters who acted as mere limbs of another’s will, Esther reminded herself who she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a witch who wielded the flames of the black world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch who fought, struggled, and carved a path through existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch born to seek truth through fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not submit to the will of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, this was not for Enkrid’s sake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Esther’s eyes, a flicker of flame was reflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll burn you just the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke, and for the first time since falling under the curse, she summoned fire from within her own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun was nearly set, having drifted lower as she moved further away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion spoke just before vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was so neutral, it was impossible to tell if he truly meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you believe he’ll survive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt about who \"he\" referred to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he was the kind to die from something like this, he’d have died long ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he really die just because she wasn’t there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was it right to describe herself as just anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther considered it briefly but found her body moving on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two mages attempted to resist, chanting spells, but it was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meaningless rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They and she stood on different levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They possessed different worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had walked different paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem ran, thoughts racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard was hiding something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he just stand there and take it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could be fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But flipping his opponent’s plan upside down sounded even more fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he decided to do both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ran, he pulled out his sling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing a rounded stone into the leather cradle, he lifted the connected strings above his head and began spinning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whing, whing, whing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it spun lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiiiiiiiiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, piercing sound split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like running with a spinning disc above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman bolted straight into a narrow alley without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem didn’t give chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he stepped onto the protruding eaves of a nearby shop, leaping upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing on the rooftop, he sprinted forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spinning disc above his head moved in sync with his motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he gained a clear line of sight, he launched the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hitting a target while standing still was difficult enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing so while running?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone flew so fast, its trajectory was nearly invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck the back of his opponent’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sound was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it sound like an explosion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind his target, a spear shaft had snapped in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Magic?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—high-level sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where had this bastard learned that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have obtained it by slaughtering his own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re dead for real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though his opponent couldn’t hear, he still spoke the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how absolute his resolve was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired several more stone bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, a pursuing spear shattered in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splinters of wood scattered through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman never stopped, weaving through alleys before emerging into an open space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was what the backstreets called a plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not particularly large—perhaps a quarter the size of the capital’s central plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main square of Naurillia had a fountain, a space of grandeur and refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was just the right size for about twenty men to brawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next bullet struck the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust burst upward, shards of stone flying in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman rolled across the floor, barely evading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next bullet struck true—hitting the back of his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for his layered leather guards, his leg would have been pierced or torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he merely staggered, letting out a stifled groan before rising with a limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem tossed aside the sling with its broken string, looking down at the gathered men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his perch on the rooftop, he naturally looked down while they looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, is this some kind of reunion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scanning the crowd, he saw they were all from the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t recognize any faces, but their air made it clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all exiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman clenched his thigh, standing after a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must have hurt like hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not leaving here alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His very existence was a threat to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they had gathered to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All twenty of them—each one a former candidate for a Western warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem crouched, glancing at the trash gathered below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pulled out a fresh sling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loaded a bullet into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew another sling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding them both, he stood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And spun them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WIIIIIIIIIIING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two circular disks appeared in both of Rem’s hands, catching the sunlight behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like wings, they spread diagonally to his left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rem kicked off the roof and leaped, it almost looked as if those wings were keeping him aloft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that wasn’t the case. Just an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his arms snapped forward, bullets fired at a speed too fast to follow with the naked eye, accompanied by the sharp perpuck! of impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of the western fugitives raised shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some carried thickly reinforced leather shields, while others had smaller bucklers strapped to their wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones with small shields were the ones who trusted their skill—capable of deflecting hits by shifting the point of impact, they carried nothing more than face-sized bucklers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the two fools who dared to wield such light shields had their skulls split like crushed pumpkins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop! Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was disturbingly crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and brain matter sprayed through the air, mixing into the grimy gray canvas of the ground like splattered paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than expected—far faster than the bullets that had struck the Undying Madman earlier—these shots carried twice the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two western fugitives died before they could even react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies fell backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem landed on the ground and spun his slings once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, whoosh! WIIIIIIIIING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Block it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Bullshit.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had already drawn the battle from start to finish in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beginning with the sling. The ending with his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman was going to die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an undeniable fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since their encounter, time had passed—and in that time, Rem had suffered a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that mad bastard Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Enkrid knew how deeply that loss had burned into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wound had pushed him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made him train harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made him swing his axe until his arms nearly fell off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even secretly stolen glances at Enkrid’s Isolation Technique, adapting parts of it into his own training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to be picky—no room to separate hot stew from cold stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter if the meal before him was made by a ghoul or a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was devouring it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn bastard Ragna.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, just thinking of him filled Rem with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fueled by rage, he unleashed that power upon his enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled two more bullets at the charging men, but the ones carrying large shields had already closed the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shields—reinforced with thick layers of leather and processed rubberwood—held firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets failed to penetrate, lodging into the surface instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This crazy bastard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the shield bearers muttered, face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of those bullets was far beyond anything he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean he could afford to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his resolve wavered, neither his magic nor his martial arts would be of any use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the enemy hardened his will or not—it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem watched the approaching shield-bearers and dropped both unbroken slings from his hands, reaching toward his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers wrapped around the handle of his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men, seeing the long-handled weapon, immediately lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a speed that couldn’t be ignored—so fast that he was already upon Rem in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Lightning Step spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he pulled his axe free and thrust it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t as fast as Lightning Step, but the timing was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked as if the opponent had charged straight into the blade himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had launched himself forward became the first offering to the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upright blade split his skull in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a man with two halves of a head couldn’t possibly live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, unaware that he was already dead, his body continued moving toward Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers wrapped around Rem’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, his specialty had been grappling and breaking limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died clinging to Rem’s leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Rem, with the corpse still latched onto him, began swinging his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, crack, BOOM, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them were on Enkrid’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only real threat here was the Undying Madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw spears designed to mimic falling weapons and wielded them in direct combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But he’s nowhere near that bastard Ragna.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dancing through Ragna’s swordplay, this was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Rem had split five heads and severed the limbs of the sixth and seventh men, the mood had completely shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fools had never been prepared to die in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why they were fugitives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a goddamn monster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman finally realized the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he even thought of running, he threw every remaining spear in his arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he grabbed one of his so-called disciples and hurled him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic surged through his body, infusing him with the strength of a bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Masterrrr!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple’s scream was pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem swung his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOOSH! CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Heart of Might surging, the strength in his arms rivaled that of a giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his breath, tensed his muscles, and swung diagonally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incoming human projectile was perfectly bisected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the axe blade, he felt the sensation of flesh, muscle, and bone being severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of the corpse pressed against him as it was cleaved apart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment he cut through it, an overwhelming sense of release washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe had passed clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple, now in two separate pieces, fell past Rem’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed over him, drenching him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gray eyes, now stained crimson, glowed in the dimming light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in his vision—he saw the fleeing back of the Undying Madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone were to ask what he had trained the most after meeting the Undying Madman, Rem would answer without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leg strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the reason he had stolen Enkrid’s Isolation Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I let him escape again, my mother’s a ghoul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering the phrase he had picked up from Enkrid, Rem pushed off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem gave chase without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some survivors remained, blinking in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had survived only by chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They watched as the chase began anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a pursuit before—but in the last round, traps had been set, and one side had knowingly walked into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one pursuing was dead serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew it wouldn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more than half a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Undying Madman would be caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those left behind saw his future clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they stayed, they would die meaningless deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>",2479,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.567Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","adb07ea176774160583549216900533b4c81f3175f598ad5622d9b5f1b66e9cc","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-388","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-386",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]