[{"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-474":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},428068,689,"Chapter 479","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-474",474,"\u003Cp>Two giants stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept walking forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziba, the Blade Dancer, the joking woman, Hira, Rem, Owl, the things the Westerners had shown him, the jokes they’d told—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it came to mind as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it worth protecting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re all gonna get eaten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the giants roared with a thunderous voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t stop walking. He didn’t take his eyes off the giants either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you gauge their strength just by looking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then did he feel like he’d lose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t feel any possibility of defeat. Not even a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the tribe, these two were called monsters—giants who fought the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Westerners showed fear when they spoke of them; others forced themselves to muster courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt their eyes on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes, their attention, their worry—all brushed against his back. He felt them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their concern still lingered in their eyes. It filled his view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the giants, he couldn’t see the rest of the West clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it dangerous alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouted the same Western man who had once shown hostility—no, the one who had feelings for Ziba’s mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt like he could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One’s not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the giants said, looking at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being treated as prey. Despite wearing a sword and walking right toward them, they still saw him as food?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no eyes, clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his head and met the giant’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing there but hunger and greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no different from beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be fair to call them monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released the clasp on his scabbard with his thumb and drew Acker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade revealed itself in the warm sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t interfere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke. The words were for Rem, who was following behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem furrowed his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll win. On my own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think the stronger and better fighter should go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t respond to the word “you”—instead, he gave a different answer. A declaration of firm resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You’re out of your damn mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Enkrid stood ahead of Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two giants had reddish-tinted skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid found himself curious about the color of their blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he kept approaching, he suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perfect range for the giant to crush him with a swing of its club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn’t slacked on his training even after the battle with Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had been his sparring partner. Lua Gharne had helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dunbakel sometimes stepped in as a training opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stayed the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated the same things: training and drills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it, layered over time, had allowed a small flower bud to blossom inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he’d learned from Knight Oara, what she had left him, the fruits of all that repetition—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all came together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The petals of that bud began to unfurl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just the two of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked as he raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people found joy in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others shattered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what stood before Enkrid were those who shattered peace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who threatened the West, the people, life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne instinctively gripped the hilt of her Loop Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked the same as always. No—he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword. A long, downward slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to strike empty air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no, at the end of that arc appeared the top of the giant’s foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant had tried to kick Enkrid, just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Enkrid had swung preemptively toward where that foot would land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feat of reading movement and muscle tension in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whip! Ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker’s blade glided cleanly across the top of the giant’s foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cut and skimmed past it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant, enraged, swung a fist toward the dodging Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid showed the Green Frog Sword and shifted to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feinted a weight shift to the left—then leapt right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The punch smashed the earth instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground split. Dust exploded upward. Dirt and rocks scattered in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference in level was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giants didn’t know discipline, training, or effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just born different. That’s why they were strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surviving this long and boasting loudly was proof of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy punch had altered the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the gouged hole, a thin line drew through the rising dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne narrowed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A curved line?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curving line drew out like thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Frokk’s eyes fixated on its nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword he had swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent slash, like Oara’s strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long, seamless breath of his cut traced a line through the giant’s forearm, shin, and waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep gash tore through the giant’s waist, spraying blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the hide wrapped around its side was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the hands of one who had mastered circular movement, it was lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the dust still swirled, it wasn’t hard to spot Enkrid within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two blue lights could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their owner, with blue-violet eyes, stepped on the giant’s foot, launched off its knee, and soared upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You brat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant screamed, flailing its hand forward in a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even dropped its club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll help you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other giant rushed in, swinging an open palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounded brute, now with Enkrid climbing up its chest, tried to clap his hands together to crush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clap meant to catch him echoed loud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the giant running in from the side ended up slapping his own comrade square in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Argh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant screamed in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, Enkrid had already stepped onto its shoulder and leapt behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t just pass over—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he vaulted across its back, he drew his Gladius and scored it across the beast’s spine like marking a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drrrrrrrk—!“Aaaaaargh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant howled in speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood ran from its waist, legs, forearm, and back—thick, dark purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant dropped to one knee and swung its right arm wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second one, realizing what was happening, grabbed its own comrade by the torso and slammed him diagonally across the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoooom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust blew the dust away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was already gone from the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The club-wielding giant struck air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snap, the giant that had fallen to its knees now had a freshly crushed nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That new nose had a name: Acker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pulled the blade that had pierced from jaw to skull clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack! Bone shattered as the sword exited. ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Blood poured out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark purple blood gushed down from its face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the giant’s body tilted forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them fell, headfirst, crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant collapsed face-first, like Ziba’s mother had knelt—but one had done so in gratitude, the other had become a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining giant roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this someone worth talking to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swung his sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, being Frokk, didn’t sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she continuously shifted her stance, her eyes darting about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight?No.But no matter how much she searched through everything she had seen or heard before, this was a first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s not a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he was somewhere between a knight and a junior knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, the strongest junior knight on the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a knight—but not just a trainee either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t use Will at will, but at critical moments, instinctively, his sword strikes burst forth beyond the realm of human limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now was one of those times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he dodged the giant’s club was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the speed of his thrust that followed—it was on a different level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he pierced a point, the same motion repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant couldn’t even think to dodge and died just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining giant swallowed his fear and barked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, I don’t like how humans taste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had seen three other giants before—ones who could use their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one wasn’t among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just talking nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t eat humans. I’m leaving! I’ll just go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, stories floated around the continent about intelligent giants—but if those giants had been like this one, none of them would’ve survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giants had nothing to do with reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one simply happened to be more clever than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne thought it looked like he was preparing the finishing blow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to the giant, it just looked like Enkrid was letting his guard down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You trust me? Thanks. I’ve got treasures! I’ll give you treasure!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it spoke, the giant took two slow steps forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its steps should’ve been called thunderous stomps, but because its awkward plodding looked so clumsy, it came across like a sneaky shuffle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It watched for a chance, then suddenly swung the club it had kept hidden behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Enkrid swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flowing strike carried concussive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his foot lifted, Enkrid’s body slid forward like a blade of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all who watched, only Rem recognized what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the level of the sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His moving body became a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curve drawn by the sword became a blade that could cut anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscle, bone, nerves—all sliced clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, the club struck nothing but air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrruk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With most of its organs severed and a deep gash running from chest to gut, foaming at the mouth should’ve been the only response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the giant’s vitality was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as it staggered back, Enkrid intercepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smash!Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword punched through the top of the giant’s foot—bone burst through flesh. More blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the giant died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell. A deep, heavy quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid calmly wiped his sword on the fur coat of the dead giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area was drenched in dark purple blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was a sun-shield cloud day, that didn’t mean all sunlight was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue, as if preordained, the clouds parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light poured down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight, more brilliant than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chieftain, watching, was on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest tribe in the West had nearly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair had come in many forms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An outsider sorcerer, a curse, giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after breaking the curse, they couldn’t feel relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giants remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now… they were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very two who had killed, eaten, and trampled the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crossbow that had felled them caught the light as its wielder turned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, turned and then turned again, showing his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fixed on the lands of the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I can finally see it now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, staring out toward the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fields beyond were beautiful—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A continuing line of earth and sky, stunning in its expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chieftain wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because holding back tears wasn’t the Western way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome the great warrior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chieftain cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words spilled forth, steeped in tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the highest praise one could offer the savior of the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome the warrior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone echoed the cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hira, awakened and watching, gaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been surprised watching him fight the twins—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this? This was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had crossed a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just in skill—his ability was monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man Rem had brought with him had eliminated the tribe’s greatest threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That simple truth sent shivers down Hira’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhh…”Hira let out a strained breath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind she only made when touched by a divine trance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the shamans trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors who guarded the West clenched their fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer, who knew Rem’s abilities well, also knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem alone could never have taken down both giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he’d put on his armor and gathered his totems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, up ahead, was a man who had not only stood alone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d cut them down without even needing Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s not just a little better than Rem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—this wasn’t a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though to be fair, that was because he didn’t know what Rem had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even Rem felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is making me antsy.”Losing to Enkrid didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this? This wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d need magic.They’d need more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was walking forward, stepping into the unknown,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his sword as a staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had no intention of just standing by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the warrior who had cut down the tribe’s threat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gazing out at the horizon, turned back and made a request:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some water to wash with, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant’s blood felt unpleasant on his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Savior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feverish cheers, blazing heat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swept over the entire tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer added with a sigh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A day when even the Dawn Bird would cry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dawn Bird does not cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is the one that leads the sun forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if even the Dawn Bird cried—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant something unbelievably rare had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something miraculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blade Dancer sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he didn’t even have the strength to stand anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he started to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did ask to spar with him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that hadn’t been such a great idea.\u003C\u002Fp>",2227,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","0dc90ecc593fecbf89d50de975495d484216ddb2cba5e0ee4db1a4566eee1a7d","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-436","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-435",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]