[{"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-462":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},428034,689,"Chapter 460 - Cheer me on and keep dancing","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-462",462,"\u003Cp>Chapter 460 - Cheer me on and keep dancing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not like the half-baked ones we faced before. Did you know that when you faced it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem's tone wasn't reproachful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks froze momentarily, as if wary of this newly arrived Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul had even been given a name, indicating it wasn't an ordinary creature. Perhaps it was capable of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was common knowledge that what sat atop a ghoul's neck was merely decorative, but this was the Demon Realm, where common sense held no sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tense standoff settled into a momentary lull, Enkrid took the opportunity to carefully observe the ghoul now named Jericks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing was clearu2014this monster was absurdly strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far beyond the fake knights crafted by the necromantic count they'd encountered before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right,\" Enkrid replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From experience, he already knew that this ghoul understood how to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-finished creatures Rem referred to were precisely those counterfeit knights, grotesque toys of stitched flesh and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you still fought it, knowing that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem pressed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was manageable,\" Enkrid responded simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the truth. In the past, he wouldn't have even survived, but now, it was doable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul was also wary of Oara. For various reasons, his muscles ached, and his joints creaked, but he'd avoided being pierced by its claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ribs throbbed from two kicks to the chest, but the pain was tolerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I thank Audin for this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the training in striking techniques, his ribs would've been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, through countless battles, he'd gained an understandingu2014he could sense the motion of Will in the moments he was struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The important thing was that he had endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In hindsight, he realized he could probably now withstand the swordplay of those knights from Aspen, whom he'd once feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you learn that bravado from that directionally-challenged guy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem smirked as he spoke, but inwardly he was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, this one's no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ghoul wasn't like the half-finished creatures they'd fought earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those monstrosities had strength but lacked technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What good is power if the one wielding it is incompetent? That's why those things had been easy to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the monster before him was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had survived countless battles, even against its own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a ghoul to develop instincts and survive to this level meant it had fought to the brink of death repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strength was the result of hard-won battles, not incomplete craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem recognized the situation clearly:We can't kill it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as they were now. Magic would be necessary. His current skill level wasn't enough to overcome it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, they'd already fought off five trolls hidden among the other creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those trolls weren't ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain lingered in his left forearm, and his hip joint creaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd blocked a stone axe with his left arm while killing the third troll, taking a hit to his waist in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minor injuries from the battle against the five trolls had thrown his body slightly off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't fatal, and a few days of restu2014no more than a weeku2014would be enough for recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A walking journey or dealing with simple bandits would still be manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he didn't engage in intense combat, especially against oversized monsters, he would be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the oversized monster stood right in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their leader showed no intention of retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it seemed Enkrid was deliberately preventing Oara from stepping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is excessive, even for bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem scratched his head with the haft of his axe. He'd resolved to head west and was prepared to deal with some misfortune, but this was over the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Rem asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To land a decisive blow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came without hesitation, showing that the decision had long been made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, Enkrid wasn't the type to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the kind of madman who moved first and then made his chosen path the correct one through sheer determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem found that strangely appealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why he had stayed here in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd learned from this man, and that's why he was finally ready to return west.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul flexed its fingers, as though calculating something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster that instinctively used the power of a knight in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem briefly wondered if he might die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's do this,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreat wasn't an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn't enough time to formulate a proper strategy, but Enkrid had been waiting for Rem from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they needed was a single opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem would create that opening. Enkrid believed it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghouls were not creatures of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head atop their necks was, indeed, ornamental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ghoul named Jeryx could thinku2014rudimentarily, but enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thinking ability was the main reason Jeryx had evolved into its current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through this, Jericks assessed situations and made judgments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether one opponent or three stood in its way made no difference. They were weaker and slower than it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it killed the one in front of it, the blade from the one behind would come for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade it had faced multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only needed to endure and buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the being that had driven it here would intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the conclusion it reached through thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A troublesome blade approached again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks casually kicked away the axe blade aimed at its ankle and meticulously blocked the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade carried a disturbing aura, something that was immediately apparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just an ordinary weapon. It contained traces of argentium, known as True Silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks instinctively knew to avoid being deeply cut or pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fight was about learning, as it always had been for Jericks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had learned from fleeing those wielding terrifying swords. It would learn now as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It suppressed its bloodlust and waited. Time was on its side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, every being in the world is prone to error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream pierced the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks's unfocused pupils contracted as its gaze snapped toward the source of the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small human female was clutching her shoulder, rolling on the ground. Blood spilled from the wound, its scent tantalizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempted by bloodlust and hunger, Jericks struggled to suppress its urges, choosing instead to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It evolved further in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though its exterior remained unchanged, its inner self had advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ghouls, moments of crisis often spurred rapid evolution jericks' cognitive abilities sharpened even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thenu2014\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the chaos, a moment of distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade, moving so fast it appeared as a mere line, sliced through the air in a lethal trajectory. Its target: the wristsu2014inescapable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had all unfolded in the brief instant when attention was diverted. The blade of an axe aimed to sever both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had his attention strayed? It wasn't due to the injured man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was because of the terrifying sword moving right beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human pressing him had stepped away, leaving an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same sword then cleaved through the air, slicing toward the scent of blood behind the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it didn't aim for the human but for the owlbear closing in on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shwick, thud, squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all happened in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara had leaped and swung her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owlbear split vertically, spraying black blood everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghoul extended his hand, twisting his wrist to catch the axe blade mid-swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer needing to hide his strength, claws extended as he gripped the weapon tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch, crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe blade cracked and shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying it completely, Jericks stepped forward with his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His kick, precise and deliberate, was his hidden trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than any hand, his leg extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe wielder was sent flying backward by the kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all fell within the ghoul's calculationsu2014everything was accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, he saw it. A light beyond comprehension, outside his calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light surged forward and vanished just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was gone because it had pierced through his skull, entering between his eyes and exiting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that fleeting moment, Jericks didn't understand what had happened, but one thing surfaced in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying blade that had once aimed for him. This light was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull breached, Jericks made one last move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his claws and thrust them forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't an act born of emotion, but a primal instinct. His claw tips dug into flesh with a faintthunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Roman's strikes had once been about squeezing every ounce of strength from his muscles, his current attack was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Infuse Will into every action.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first step he took to each breath he drew, everything carried intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to become a knight yet, Roman sought to emulate a knight's strike by embeddingWillinto everything he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid observed this method, learning and internalizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will, often called a force of sheer determination, could be felt but not wielded at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how had he executed Swift Strikes or the Giant's Blow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It all resides within me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By committing fully to each movement, it could be achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step as though your life depended on it; grip your sword with the same conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding came in a moment, but progressing from that point required endless repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid trained until his body absorbed the revelation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he had infusedWillinto Swift Strikes or the Giant's Blow, he now embedded it into every gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By breaking each action into smaller components and infusingWillinto each, his movements became simpler and more direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thrust.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless failures, he finally succeeded in embedding it into a single motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footing felt awkward, and the hand gripping his sword seemed strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from the ankle planted on the ground to the tip of his fingers,Willcoursed through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world blurred, his senses narrowing. He moved only as initially intended, focused solely on infusingWillinto his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thrust his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in a single motion, but by dissecting the act into countless deliberate steps. Each was precise, intentional, and executed with focus honed to a fine point. ꭆå𝐍οBΕŜ\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did it feel different from usual? Perhaps. He couldn't say for certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a fleeting moment, theWillcoursing through his entire body granted him a taste of omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thrust.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy couldn't evade. It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And indeed, the outcome aligned with that certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of Aker pierced through Jericks' forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman had warned that such an act would leave him hollow and utterly drained of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Enkrid felt no emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having experienced it several times before, he understood it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The absence ofWillbrought no void, only the agonizing pain of overstrained muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jericks fell, claws extended in a final strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a white shadow interposed itself before Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Dunbakel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of the monster made her tremble uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to run, but she didn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run. Flee. Escape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words only arise when one faces their fears head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Dunbakel hurled herself forward, her body moving before her mind could process it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question followed her actions. A faintthunkpunctuated her confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She braced for excruciating pain, expecting her abdomen to be pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all she felt was the taut ache of her tightened musclesu2014no pain, no wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her trembling eyes fell upon her arm. Its muscles quivered, and her damaged arm guard caught her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her grasp was a piece of the monster's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's voice broke the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already lifted another piece of the monster's corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you stepping in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was overwhelmed with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just from the thrust, but also from usingWillto lift the monster's body as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles screamed in protest, though his eyes remained sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dullard who glimpsed omnipotence paid no mind to the enormity of his feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now wasn't the time for self-reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jericks was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman had dispatched the spider swordsman with a knight's strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara had slain the owlbear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short-haired blonde woman, wounded during the chaotic struggle, lay collapsed. Oara stood next to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her startled voice directed the question toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's your turn now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, despite the suddenness of his words, said nothing, turning her focus ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood the true master of this labyrinth: a fragment of Beelrog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara knew she couldn't endure a prolonged battle due to the poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, stepping away from the city for too long was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in moments of utmost necessity did she intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she fought before this, facing Jericks and the others, if she had to confront Beelrog's fragment as well, she might as well lay down her life now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Enkrid understood. He knew what today would bring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see itu2014what it is that Knight Oara protects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor who had come to the city spoke from behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was strikingly handsome, a man of unique presence. It was as if he had foreseen everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And was there a problem with that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara, knowing her role, smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising her sword, she returned Enkrid's earlier words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cheer me on and keep dancing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she swung her blade downward, her steps flowed in a gentle curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword's destination: Beelrog's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragment, now wielding a blood-stained steel weapon, blocked her attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight and a monster locked weapons, their clash reverberating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hoped for this moment: to see Oara fight with all her might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for that, he had repeated this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheer was already deliveredu2014by slaying the ghoul Jericks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battlefield was his tribute and support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted was to see it: what a knight does and what they are capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through today's repetition, Enkrid had conveyed his desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Oara, fulfilling his hope, showed him what he yearned to see.\u003C\u002Fp>",2326,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","13550ee7865becb073291126a0bb3a3e82643d6b7ebd786d116f58b504af62cf","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-275","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-274",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]