[{"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-453":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},427992,689,"Chapter 451","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-453",453,"\u003Cp>Enkrid reacted. Dunbakel and Rem moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows tore through the pitch-black sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few torch stands were knocked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Enkrid’s mind, everything unfolded like a picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a moment of crisis, his instincts gleamed cold as ever. A blade of intuition sliced through the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Half will survive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the hostages tied to the poles were moments away from death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive spiders had no intention of keeping them alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a purely calculated attempt to break morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters thinking that far?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable—but this wasn’t the time to question it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was how many could be saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t save them all. Beneath the pale-blue glowing stones, a giant spider raised one of its legs—long and pointed enough to be called a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly half.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could throw something and kill it, but that wouldn’t save anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will activated. With eyes that could see an inch ahead, the prediction expanded, revealing fragments of the future—intuition’s vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, there was nothing he could change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, Rem and Dunbakel had already killed two spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An axe and a curved blade split monster skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid reached another one, thrusting his firesteel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged, striking swiftly and boring a hole through the monster’s head. He stabbed, withdrew, and planted his feet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after seeing an unchanging future—was he supposed to give up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it worked or not, he stepped forward toward the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were nine poles in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he charged, some would die. That was the image drawn on the canvas of the future he’d seen. But still, he wouldn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—silver light sliced through the canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoooosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous spider’s leg, just as it was about to stab a hostage, was cleanly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid froze mid-sprint. He forgot to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he’d seen a knight’s sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he’d been mistaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does it mean to cut cloth alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is she called a calamity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary king thrusting spears at impossible angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s lightning, striking down with incomprehensible force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar’s sword, taking impossible shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara moved with impossible speed. Her sword—like a brush—redrew the image on the canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been farther away than Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet now, she was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were six poles with hostages that Enkrid couldn’t reach—and there were six Oaras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine skill, born of violent speed, unfolded before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where once he’d felt a thrill watching her strike, now ecstasy flooded his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—this was what he wanted to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what he wanted to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what it meant to be a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, of the Red Cloak Order, swept through the spiders with her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blade became rain named “calamity,” pouring down upon the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel let out a breath of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes chased Oara’s sword relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara laughed aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single, ordinary longsword, she struck down spider after spider, each with heads as large as a human torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple, repeated movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly as she’d once taught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fancy swordplay? Not necessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice seemed to echo in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stabbed, slashed, cut, and struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all it took. And with her laughter, her strikes became fiercer, her kicks thundered like maces, and her speed quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the spider monsters opened its mouth and spat a bundle of thread. The mass was larger than its own head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara’s sword cut it in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the split thread ball burst dozens—no, hundreds—of tiny baby spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rained down over her head, no bigger than a finger each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t see it, but Enkrid was certain—Oara must’ve scoffed through her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then her sword bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flower of afterimages, formed from dozens of thrusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pibibibibibik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen baby spiders died at once. All from her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Enkrid had watched, it hadn’t been long. The battlefield had changed in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hostages appeared. Oara displayed her knightly might. All within a few breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Oara lowered her sword, took a deep breath, and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All units—fall back to position!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Enkrid began retrieving the hostages one by one and tossing them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem caught them and passed them behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck—Oara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rowena’s man screamed, lifting a hostage onto his back. It was Rowena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other soldiers grabbed one each and started retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Close the gate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced back. He saw Millio’s corpse, and a few fallen soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they’d responded the moment he shouted earlier, Millio might’ve lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Millio had thrown himself in to protect his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t something he calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was instinct—his body moved on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was a damn shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never get to chase his dream now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dream of marrying Oara was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dead cannot walk beside the living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rowena lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t die! I’m here now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier carrying Rowena shouted again and again as he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do flowers bloom even in the Demon Realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a saying that floated around the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because here, people lived—and loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were what Oara wanted to protect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, you just gonna keep watching?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked. It was different now. What they’d seen from atop the wall couldn’t compare to the number of monsters oozing out now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Oara, a pitch-black figure lunged forward and swung its sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one sword—many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast they looked like dozens of afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dadadadadadang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara’s blade moved, parrying every strike. She responded to each one, chaining in counters, even adding a thrust at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the attacker pulled back and evaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bizarre form. A monstrous spider standing on two legs, the other six extended like arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A variant,” Lua Gharne said, pulling out her whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spider monster, wielding eight white blades with its legs, had a face eerily close to a human’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale skin. Where eyes should be, dozens of split, ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ insect-like pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single round hole for a nose. No mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eight legs were blades—twisted, fused, woven together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, well. Is this the new lover you picked out, Jericks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara laughed. Even when nothing amused her, she laughed anyway. That was Oara—the laughing knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman burst from behind Oara, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking monster bastards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the short-haired blonde stepped up. The four squires fell back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, another volley of arrows rained from the gray forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t even had time to collect Millio’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his shield, blocking them. The others blocked or deflected on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No arrows came near Oara or the junior knight by her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the eight-limbed bipedal spider stood before Oara—an eerie standoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster on knight level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn’t there be a world with knights and no monsters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because monsters strong enough to fight knights still existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its dozens of red eyes glinted across its pale face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kkhiik.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid’s ears, it sounded like the thing was laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having fun flirting with some new chick?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara taunted. Her resolve was ironclad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spider, radiating overwhelming pressure with its eight bladed limbs, didn't faze her in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her sword. The spider shifted aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from behind it emerged an owlbear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An owl’s head on a bear’s body. Two abnormally large hands appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it clenched its fists, they looked like they had boulders attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its puffed-up feathers made its arms and body seem even bigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? That one’s no joke either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid agreed. The moment he saw it, a chill ran down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart was pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful monster—this one was clearly no amateur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastards really went all in, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two monsters charged. The knight’s blade clashed with the monsters’ weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A speed beyond the limit drew long trails through the air like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those trails overlapped, scattering light into an explosion of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tat-tat-tat-tat-tang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions rumbled in between the strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two junior knights only looked for an opening to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t something they could jump into lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was two-on-one, but it didn’t feel like Oara had the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this wasn’t the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dada-dada-dadak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a monster firing arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from beyond the Demon Realm, more monsters began to crawl out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide that Oara had been holding back was now crashing down upon Thousand Brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara swung her sword wide in a horizontal arc, pushing the two monsters back slightly, then shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enki! Aisia! Protect the city!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would handle the rest of the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two junior knights guarding her immediately backed her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia was nowhere to be seen—she had already gone to eliminate the monsters firing the arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke and drew his axe. The number of approaching monsters wasn’t something bullets alone could solve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid also drew his swords. Acker in his right hand, Firesteel in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Oara going to be pushed back? It didn’t look like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handled the eight bladed limbs of the spider and the owlbear’s fists with skillful grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if it were me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could never handle it so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two monsters perfectly covered each other’s weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How would one break that formation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ragna’s lightning blade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would do it. Could he replicate it with his own white lightning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. He knew at a glance—it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze away from Oara’s fight. While she battled, he had his own role to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kkiririk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grotesque cry, followed by the rapid patter of legs scraping the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spiders crawling out of the darkness were horrifying just to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid chose to strike that horror down with his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch. Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker’s blade split the head of a spider that had crept up to his chest height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem fought beside him. His axe was achieving similar results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne assessed the situation and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We just have to hold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her words, Dunbakel visibly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could hear the shouts of soldiers who treated the casualties from the arrow fire as just another fact of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard it last night from Roman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shout—Oara!—was Oara’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were people protected by Knight Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones who lived in the city shaped by her conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Oara fought for them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they would fight for Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After slaying four spider monsters with his blades, Enkrid lifted his gaze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just following a feeling—pure instinct. It was like someone had whispered that someone needed to watch ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the forest. A monster emerged—one that looked different from the spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stepped out between the gray trees of the Demon Realm, treading on black soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jericks, you really went all out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara said it as she blocked and countered the Arakne and Owlbear’s attacks, carving out a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the two unusual monsters backed off for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were you targeting me all along?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul, of course, didn’t reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Oara smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t grasped the full picture, but he understood one thing clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were outmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks—her ex-husband. The monster now sustaining the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one Oara wanted most to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing him would collapse the Demon Realm. After all, it was like an enormous colony, wasn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidence upon coincidence always creates inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara had torn apart the Demon Realm again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters could think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Twin Blood Moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of monsters gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a monster’s perspective, there was only one way to end the threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those coincidences had led to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Enkrid’s gaze settled on the ghoul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue skin. A torn mouth. No nose, just a gaping hole. Jet-black eyes with no pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangling arms, tipped with half-hand-length claws. The skin of its arms looked unnaturally tough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it was holding swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid noticed its stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way it walked was different. Those arms could easily be used like blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the tips of those claws—poison. The kind that could infect a knight with a single scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the rest of its skin, the claws were a deep, dark color—like soot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So black they seemed to absorb the light of the Twin Blood Moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, the creature’s stance resembled that of someone trained with a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Demon Realm evolves its monsters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t fully understand the how, but the result stood right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single ghoul had been born in the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It observed humans, fought them, and barely survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara had said she’d let Jericks slip away three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, he grew stronger. Each time, he grew more cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, this was the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster that evolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster that trains, that refines itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul’s mouth twisted into a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stolen even Oara’s smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guuuuuuuuuuh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s how it sounded to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>",2223,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","e5bd9ca9be1596461d41bae8e4adc0590417a63514f5ceeecf97484c82a6a464","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-265","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-452",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]