[{"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-447":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},428101,689,"Chapter 445","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-447",447,"\u003Cp>It was an arm wrestling match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reuben! Reuben! You bastard, Reuben, you son of a bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man named Reuben lost. His wrist slammed down with a loud thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the crowd who’d bet on him shouted his name like they were coughing up blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was happening outside. A few tables had been dragged out in front of the tavern, and the owner, red-nosed and drunk, was shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“James wins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone else shouted in the rising commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, let me join!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara barged into the crowd without hesitation. Enkrid, standing idly by, turned his head to glance at Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s always like that. You’ll get used to it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Aisia started walking toward the group too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t seem like she minded being part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped forward toward the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the tavern owner was selling booze or drinking it himself was unclear—he was thoroughly drunk. But even then, he recognized her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! That’s cheating. Oara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights were respected by all, but they didn’t force that respect onto their friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not like knights didn’t have friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern owner seemed like one—Oara’s friend, acquaintance, someone who knew her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He huffed out through his nose and protested, and Oara pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, why not!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her playful tone, she looked like some mercenary with a bit of sword skill, but everyone here knew—she could kill the lot of them in a few slashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, come on, how would that be fair? It ruins the bet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winner, James, chimed in. He wiped his flushed head, looking like an angry octopus. There was no clear line between his forehead and his scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at these dainty wrists—how can you say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara kicked the chair out from under James and hopped up onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who got kicked rolled to the ground but quickly got back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why’d you kick me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re annoying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That curt reply made him nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he seriously accept that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wondered silently and kept watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the drinking ban was lifted, the tavern had a completely different energy from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite a festival, but people were letting loose, having fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean it! Look at these wrists! No one wants to challenge me, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, ma’am! Not at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oara, you’re a knight. Did you forget that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern owner jumped in again. Oara turned her gaze, scanning the crowd like a hunter looking for someone to say what she wanted to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there he was—the same soldier from before, the one who’d been delivering drinks. The guy who’d been groveling without a krona to his name. Looked like he’d been working at the inn, now doing a shift here too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what about you? What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara pointed him out. The soldier rolled his eyes a few times, then answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think we should respect Dame Oara’s wishes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He played the part well, even looked like he was pledging his loyalty with utmost sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, still smiling, said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drag his ass over here and seat him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a little hop and landed back in the chair with a thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her command, a few nearby guys grabbed the soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? What—what are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up and sit, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara smiled as she said it, and the soldier found himself seated across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a bet. If you don’t want to, don’t. If the person I pick beats yours, I win three gold coins. If your pick wins, you get three gold. But if I win, you’re at the front of the next wave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Excuse me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front lines in a monster wave—coming out of the Demon Realm—sounded like a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone around them burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier regretted not taking up Jack’s offer to desert when he had the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he’d take it now, even if he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in love with a woman working side jobs in the alleys. Planned to take her away and marry her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if she sold her body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew she was only with him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, you’re a man, right? You only die once. And didn’t you say you wanted to marry Rowena? Thought you were broke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara grinned and prodded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, do it! Just do it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You coward! If you’re scared, forget Rowena!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jeers lit a fire in the soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you all shut up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, then composed himself and asked carefully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you be using someone from the knighthood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not entering yourself either?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Oara nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier was playing cautious. Or pretending to be. Enkrid could tell he’d already made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he acted nervous, hesitant, like he was mulling it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people were just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t mean he was bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he was almost see-through. You could read his thoughts like a book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara crossed her arms, smirking as she waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I choose Sir Oliver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, a few soldiers booed and hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spotted the man in the crowd—his forearms were nearly twice the size of everyone else’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short, but stocky. Thick neck. He was built like a brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t taller than Oara, but in terms of strength, everyone agreed: he was the best in Thousand Brick. A squire in the knighthood, named Oliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That not allowed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier looked around nervously. Technically, he wasn’t picking someone from the knighthood. A squire was close, but not quite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I accept the challenge. Now, who should I put up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pretended to ponder like a soldier would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squire named Oliver placed a hand on the poor man’s shoulder. The soldier stood, and Oliver took his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like someone born to wield power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara rested her chin on her hand, acting like she was still thinking. Then she looked at Oliver and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oliver, is it okay if you lose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered without a beat. Oara nodded, as if that sealed the deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shall be my champion. Come forth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed beside Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who’d been quietly watching, paused before responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara didn’t flinch at the perfectly timed deadpan question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I send Aisia instead? Don’t you see those dainty wrists?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to really like that phrase about delicate wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re scared, feel free to back out. You might get hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver spoke up. His reputation as a demon-slayer preceded him, but when it came to raw strength, he wasn’t going to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what his eyes said—full of conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at him for a moment, then stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara stepped aside with a soft smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sat and faced Oliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to worry. No one’s getting hurt. Well, not you—because I’ll go easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver’s face hardened at the slight provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just meant I won’t injure you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid clarified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver’s forehead bulged. The veins on this guy were no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same with his arms—thick as logs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid rolled up his sleeves. Under the light shirt, compact muscle rippled into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t as thick as Oliver’s, but these were refined muscles, sculpted and compressed through Isolation Technique—Audin’s teachings made flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s place your bets!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara shouted. The crowd had doubled. Trainees, loafers, gamblers—they all gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still betting on Oliver, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His opponent’s just a knight-in-training! Sure, he’s a demon-slayer, but—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Even Oara says Oliver’s strength is unbeatable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? If it’s arm wrestling, Oliver could crush a demon’s hand! Don’t you know Giant Arms Oliver?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the bets piled onto Oliver. Enkrid didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone placed two mugs of beer down beside them. The pewter mugs were filled with golden liquid, topped with foam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver chugged his, exhaled with a huff, and slammed his elbow onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a glance, he looked like some deranged wizard had sculpted a stone golem in human form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took the mug beside him and drank. The beer was bitter but had a rich aroma. It was fresh, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, he placed his hand up just the same and gripped Oliver’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he’d guessed—it really was like holding the forearm of a stone golem. Stupidly solid and heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver locked eyes with him. Enkrid lowered his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In silence, he observed himself—focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because he didn’t have a competitive streak that he didn’t mind losing? Because he lacked drive, or was just easygoing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. It was the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was the kind of man who would sink his teeth in and never let go until he won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, he hated losing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just reserved all that power, all that will, to ensure the next win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if he could win now, he had no intention of losing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the noise around them began to fade, Oara called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver and Enkrid poured strength into their grips at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crrk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table groaned in protest, but it didn’t collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver unleashed what could only be called brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that grip, you could believe the stories that he could crush a demon’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But across from him sat a man who’d learned the Isolation Technique through days of repetition under someone far more monstrous than Oliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignited the Heart of Might—and summoned his Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power exploded through every muscle in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ rarely pushed himself like this in his entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giant’s Blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even drew upon a sword technique he'd learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rem might say, it was “a giant’s last ounce of milk-fed strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ggghhh...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strained groan escaped from Oliver’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Craackk...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table shook. Though carved from solid timber, fractures split along the grain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver’s arm tilted—barely, just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table gave way at last. The section under Oliver’s elbow buckled and dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as it fractured, Oliver kept resisting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it... a draw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the soldiers murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid froze in that position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver breathed heavily. For a while, he held on—and then slowly let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid released his grip as well. The surrounding soldiers were watching closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I lost,” Oliver said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noooo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the soldiers cried out. The guy who’d been pining for Rowena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ones who had bet against him burst into laughter. They cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, he’s strong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey handsome, you just as strong at night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few soldiers joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’re you gonna do, bite him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone else shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soldier,” Oara said, turning to the man who’d lost. “I’ll give you another chance. Want to try winning with booze instead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lifeline. But the poor man couldn’t tell if it came from a demon or an angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire burned in his eyes. Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all in now—might as well see it through to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They brought out the hard liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid drank something he couldn’t even name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier made it to his fourth shot before his eyes went glassy, and he shouted, “I love you, Rowena!” before collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other soldiers burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smirked, set down his glass, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of losing—not even to alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver returned to the ring. He was out after just one glass. Strong arms, weak liver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara knocked back the liquor, and Aisia sipped on a light fruit wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone nearby started playing dice games. Someone else dove into raunchy jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid overheard two women trading filthy stories and couldn’t help but curl his lip in amusement at how raw they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Rem joined in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why’s everyone having fun without me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended up blending in with the soldiers just fine. Before long, Lua Gharne and Dunbakel joined too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front of the tavern turned into a full-blown party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having fun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-drunk, Enkrid answered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s... warm. Familiar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly how he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sun set, bathing the city in crimson light, the soldiers kept hollering and laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One on guard duty shouted, “Damn it, why’s everyone partying today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bad luck, loser!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another soldier teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commander who led a hundred men sighed beside Oara and voiced his complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One squad leader started praising Enkrid, and when Oara snapped back with, “So I don’t deserve respect?” he fumbled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone confessed love at first sight to Aisia and got the crap beat out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all... genuinely endearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunset, the city, the soldiers—everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara wandered among them, drinking and listening to their grievances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even left the city briefly to grab a huge tree trunk as a replacement for the broken table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get me a planer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She started shaving it down herself, though it wasn’t exactly high craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a small-built female squire—one Enkrid had seen back at the log house—appeared and took over. Her skill was solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone drank and laughed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love this town,” Oara slurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had spent only a few days here, found himself agreeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deserters kept leaving, but those who stayed—truly loved this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The last bastion protecting the Demon Realm’s edge. Isn’t it glorious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we fall, the villages behind us die. You understand that? If the Demon Realm spreads any further, this whole region is done for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my job, so I do it. What’s the problem with that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Realm frontier was a place where danger always loomed. If you weren’t strong, you didn’t survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant strength of mind as well as body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, this feels good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara shouted, and Enkrid clinked his glass with hers, his face flushed with alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the night of drinking passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid returned to his quarters and fell asleep. Rem, who had joined the fun midway, had already passed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne enjoyed a special dish made of bugs and drank as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phenomenal taste,” she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was satisfied. Dunbakel, too, was curled up in a corner, snoring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his dream, the Ferryman asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having fun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a thousand times more unsettling than any omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to reply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking at the same time was routine now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped outside, warmed up, broke a sweat. Lua Gharne followed. A little later, Dunbakel came out as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you ever sleep?” she muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around noon, Oara showed up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was dressed similarly to yesterday—but this time, she had a long, slender sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest day’s over,” she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—some good news.\u003C\u002Fp>",2467,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","b5d295b54a2e00742e95c335af5aad4c21f030aca0f584aa5f2e51bfdc447dbe","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-486","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-446",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]