[{"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-446":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},428100,689,"Chapter 444","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-446",446,"\u003Cp>Swoosh, smack, zip, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all it took to describe the battle with the harpies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Rem tore through two slings and fired nineteen rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyaa! Kyaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harpies cried as their heads exploded. They kept coming, crying out while casting spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They compressed the wind into something like a barrier. If you looked closely, you could see the space distort, clumsily warping. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what? A barrier? Who cares?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harpies' spells couldn’t stop the overwhelming force of the sling. The whirring sound of the spinning sling was followed by a round that pierced the barrier without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyaaah! Kyaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, the harpies’ cries started sounding like laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughing while dying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, they wanted to die all along. They were just miserable because there was no one to kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, your friendly neighborhood barbarian has arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brought my pebbles with me, yes I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmuring an old rhyme passed down for ages, Enkrid didn’t even get a chance to step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So many of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed a hand on Acker’s hilt and looked up, spotting the chittering baby harpies flying out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flapping wings, scattering feathers, the stench of rot and blood filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were over thirty harpies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Might hit fifty at this rate.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Enkrid watched, even more emerged from the stone tower. They were going to pass fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zip! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another round tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved so fast it was hard to follow with the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a rock pierced the chest of a female harpy with swaying breasts, black blood sprayed through the air like rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harpy with a gaping hole where her chest should be crashed to the ground like a meteor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust exploded on impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the harpies didn’t just sit back and take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three male harpies, built with solid pecs, swooped low and flung their wings forward, launching feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of blade-like feathers rained down on the group—sharp as knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pulled out a round shield, about two handspans across, read the trajectory, and blocked the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk thunk thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feathers couldn’t pierce the oiled shield and embedded into its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking it wasn’t hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he had to do was stop the ones aimed at him, so it wasn’t a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged the rest by predicting their arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Should’ve just cut them down with my sword.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that wouldn’t have been too difficult. In any case, he blocked them. No need to dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne drew her loop sword and shielded her chest with the flat of the blade, ignoring the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a heartguard lined with multiple layers of thin iron plates, top-grade beast leather, and enchanted fabric. Feathers wouldn’t get through even if she didn’t block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the Frokk were a species with cardiophobia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with two or three layers covering their heart, fear and unease were the norm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lua Gharne, despite uttering the word \"heart,\" held herself together—an unusually composed Frokk, well-trained to a rare degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feathers struck her limbs and belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, plink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slid off her skin without leaving a mark. Not even a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk skin was coated with a slimy membrane that repelled most blades, so this was no surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how sharp, unless the feather was meant to sever limbs, it wasn’t going to do much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel dashed out of the feather barrage range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem stayed in place, spinning her sling as she dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three harpies who launched the feathers seemed to falter for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They probably weren’t used to seeing people block those terrifying feathers so casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yeah, even I’d be surprised.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid understood their mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good tactics start with knowing your opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swimming through the lake of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know them. Know yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know yourself. Know them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something that should already be settled before the fight began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harpies’ massive pecs were rising and falling rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell are those things? Are they monsters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could almost hear them muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hesitated—and that was a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had swooped low to fire off feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant if someone went for it, they were within striking distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel made her move. She used the wall of the stone tower like a floor and ran up it. With a few steps, she reached their height, twisted mid-air, and slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her curved blade and claws split through the heads and chests of all three harpies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She curled up mid-air, spun, and landed softly with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom. Thud. Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three harpies slammed to the ground, limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Rem’s sling kept ripping ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zip! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colony leader—one of the harpies that cast wind arrows—got the same treatment. Rem split its head with a rock, fair and square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, she didn’t just stand in place. With the sling whirring, she spun her whole body once and let the shot fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dynamic motion doubled the speed of the round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, the harpy colony was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, whose head exploded, didn’t get to cast a single decent spell before losing what was on her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining harpies screamed. Some charged in a rage, others turned tail and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who attacked were immediately slain by Dunbakel and Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we head to the next one now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked. There was no need for him to do anything—it was already over. His party didn’t look tired, and the night was still young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlit night had a long way to go before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem tossed her broken sling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding the black dog colony was even easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if they turn into beasts, dogs still mark their territory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tracked the feces, followed the scent—it wasn’t hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel had a knack for hunting. Tracking by smell was her specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d spent most of her life as a bounty hunter roaming the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how they found the second monster colony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, a walking dog suddenly appeared. It was a variant of a hellhound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fitting for a borderland near a Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no \"normal\" monsters in this area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harpies casting spells?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dogs walking on two legs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t even a major Demon Realm. Just imagine the southern great Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monsters near the Demon Realm aren’t normal. That makes them all the more dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne spun her loop sword in her hand as she stared at the hellish dog face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy steel made a whooshing noise as it cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, you couldn’t even use cavalry around here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Animals that didn’t panic near the Demon Realm didn’t exist. The environment itself was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You barely saw any wildlife. Instead, there was a flood of monsters and beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grrrr!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of the beasts—this dog walking on two legs—spewed fire and bore venomous fangs, but Enkrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two strikes, he decapitated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knocked aside the front legs with Gladius in his left hand, then sliced the neck with Acker in his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Rem and the others cut down and crushed dozens of beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were over a hundred, and they killed at least half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrified ones scattered in every direction. No point chasing them down. No need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ll die on their own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne added an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters in this area were brutal. Without a colony to protect them, they’d be easy prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard for even ordinary monsters to survive here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, she went into full monsterology lecture mode. Enkrid listened closely—it was a fascinating topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gist was this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monsters near the Demon Realm… they evolve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked the key question on the way back. Lua Gharne nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, after wiping out two monster colonies, they returned, rested, slept, and when they woke up—Aisia came to find them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell have you been doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t hide her shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It probably wasn’t because of her sparring match with Sir Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, she’d gotten a report after a full night’s rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d killed two colonies and a deserter-turned-cult leader on the way into town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That must’ve reached her ears by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick on the uptake and sharp as ever, Enkrid grasped the weight behind Aisia’s single question and gave an appropriate reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just completing some requests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he wiped the blade with an oiled cloth—specifically, one soaked in premium linseed oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This city’s food wasn’t much to talk about, but its weapon maintenance supplies weren’t bad. Actually, they were quite good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if this place were filled only with people destined to die in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, the city was practically a military base, so maybe that made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, Aisia followed up on Enkrid’s flat remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand naturally moved to rest on her hip. She grabbed the hilt of her sword, and only then did she begin to feel calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t like she meant to pick a fight or anything, but seriously—how could someone get that much done, that well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sat on a tree stump outside the lodging that had been assigned to him, while Aisia stood nearby, dressed light with only her sword on her belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laid out on a thick leather mat in front of him were his weapons. Enkrid was in the middle of meticulously oiling and maintaining each one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapon upkeep was one of the most important duties—right up there with training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t two days enough?” Enkrid replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia let out a short breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She already knew these guys were good at fighting, but this was something else. Almost like a top-class ranger with advanced tracking skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Thousand Brick had a few ranger-tier soldiers too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they’d gone after that deserter swordsman, Jack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—fighting better than her and tracking better?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, not like she was complaining. It was a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to what Enkrid had pulled off, they had some breathing room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more harpy skirmishes. No need to jump off the wall to kill those damned winged beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she would have done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, it wasn’t impossible. If she cut one down midair, she’d just have to claw her way back up the wall in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really damn good at this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia muttered, almost to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then, another guest arrived behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia, in her short-sleeved shirt, had only her forearms showing—her outfit tied properly and tightly secured. The newcomer, though, was dressed in something far bolder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin shirt that barely covered her cleavage, and shorts that exposed her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Sir Oara. Tossing back her brown hair with one hand, she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, wanna go hang out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A question that came out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia’s earlier question had context. You could read into it. But Oara’s? Impossible to predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered however he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A spar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was a fight, he’d welcome it. Anytime. That was clear. His will translated directly into energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia found herself tensing slightly, reacting to the vigor that radiated off him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of pressure… it made you want to fight too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oara shot that down instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why was she even here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a rest day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’ve worked six days, take one off. It’s what the gods teach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, some god had said something like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had picked up bits and pieces of religious doctrine in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Oara held up a necklace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a relic or anything, but it bore the symbol of her order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Audin would love her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin would probably rather have a philosophical discussion than judge someone for believing in a different god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say you handled everything fast and clean. That means it’s time to relax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara’s brown eyes fixed on Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of her eyes curved gently as she smiled. Aisia said nothing—she already had a rough grasp of Oara’s personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a grin, Oara tugged at the front of her shirt a few times. It was hot. Sweat clung to her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another muggy day. The kind that made you wish for rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because someone was a knight didn’t mean they were immune to heat or cold. She was sweating just like anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see a thin trail of sweat trickling down her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you get distracted, plenty of people are gonna cry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne muttered from the side, holding a bunch of dried grass to her nose, clearly enjoying the scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that... a drug?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked with genuine concern. Lua Gharne puffed out her cheeks. She was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a feel-good herb, not something humans use as a drug. It’d probably be poison for a human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why the nonsense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara looked at Enkrid and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Work hard when it’s time to work. Rest properly when it’s time to rest. That’s how I live. Which means—now’s your time to relax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like an excuse, but also... it wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had come to learn that, too. Rest was important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d learned to widen his perspective thanks to Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resting didn’t just mean physical rest. Mental rest was just as vital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll show you around town, handsome. Come on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid began gathering his things from the leather mat and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunbakel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clean up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t have any servants, and there wasn’t anyone else to assign it to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dunbakel didn’t say, “Why me?” or complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Enkrid gave her a task, she’d do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aisia, no more flying lunatics, no more sulfur-reeking hell mutts, right? That means you’ve got free time. Come with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara dragged Aisia into it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid brushed off his pants and stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the side, Rem looked up from sharpening her axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have fun. I’m busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t even glance their way again, fully focused on grinding the edge of her axe with a whetstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something she did often, but this time, she seemed even more absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave a nod and started walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’d you find the colonies?” Oara asked as they walked across the damp ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her short boots, which left her ankles exposed, looked light and easy to move in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced at them and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a beastkin who’s good at tracking smells, and a squadmate who’s great at finding people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara pursed her lips in an impressed little “ohhh” and leaned in, listening more closely. She was all ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept it simple, sticking to the essentials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much to say about taking out a colony leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They found them. They killed them. That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them walked until they reached the front of a tavern, where they stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was noisy. Loud shouts mixed with cheers—and curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I put my money on you, Reuben!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you lose, you’re dead, you dumbass! Don’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were doing something in there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They lifted the alcohol ban,” Oara explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern was packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center, two bald men were gripping hands, arms trembling with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arm-wrestling match.\u003C\u002Fp>",2557,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","eb69d6daa1dcd960aed0b148a2bdbc3dc6f89f05b293532734975e8c80b2aa2a","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-447","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-445",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]