[{"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-506":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},428263,689,"Chapter 512","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-506",506,"\u003Cp>Rem, Ragna, and Jaxon glanced at one another, then nodded. The agreement was settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, squatting in front of the three, nodded and said,“No objections.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as no one pulls some bullshit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke while pressing her axe blade against a whetstone, sliding it with a sharp shhhk sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just throw already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, holding a wooden piece in his left hand and a dagger in his right, added. Each time his dagger moved, it shaved the raw wood like butter with a crisp rasping sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes when we got lost, we’d roll dice to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna threw in a line. The blond genius was warming up without even sheathing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to be preparing for something deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why you get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem immediately reacted to Ragna’s ridiculous comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who does?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna asked calmly. Who got lost? He had no idea.His tone and attitude, as if saying “What nonsense,” scraped at Rem’s nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The end of Rem’s axe handle—not the blade—pointed toward Ragna. As she spoke, she infused her words with spellwork. It was a technique that applied intangible pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna twisted his sword hand slightly so the blade angled toward Rem.The spell, the pressure she exerted, was cleanly sliced by the will imbued in his sword’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something where one could say who won or lost—it was more of a hand game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, since it was these two, calling it a mere game wasn’t doing it justice. It was a high-level contest in disguise. But that only mattered to those capable of recognizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who could recognize it would’ve just shaken their head at the childishness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s envy of the guide’s talent, then training is the only answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah, for a moment I thought, ‘Just kill you and move on, why go through all this?’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem replied without skipping a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If killing were allowed, this would’ve been over a long time ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two, Jaxon set down the wooden carving he had finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It depicted two figures with their necks half-cut, dangling loosely. One strangely resembled Rem. The other, oddly, looked like Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve made it big as a sculptor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just talent—he’d trained in identifying weak points across species and practiced sensory control. Sculpting had been a hobby for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew beyond tense, pressing down with a sharp, suffocating air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne slammed her palm to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoom. The bumpy texture of the Frokk’s palm struck the dirt with a resounding thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her word, the pressure from the three lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they truly didn’t intend to kill each other, it was right to leave the outcome to this Frokk’s hand for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the three pulled back, Lua Gharne gave a small nod and held her hand over a cup resting on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it comes to contests that test luck beyond just skill, what’s the best method?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rock-paper-scissors, as a traditional match, couldn’t settle superiority among these three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all broke their motions into fragments, constantly changing hands, and observing each other in real time, trying to shift hand shapes mid-gesture. It was chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Rem delivered a fatal blow with a hand shape that wasn’t rock, paper, or scissors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stuck out her thumb and index finger, bending the other three so the palm was fully exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a clan-exclusive style—a steel-forged scissors blending rock and paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheer nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My fist breaks whatever encases it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it obvious that scissors can cut through rock?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no end to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in the end, the three sought a witness. That was Lua Gharne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They decided to settle it with dice, and now the Frokk was holding the cup that contained them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shlip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things never go according to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cup slipped from her slimy hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only her hand had risen. It was because of the oil slick from watching the others radiate pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, slippery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d picked the wrong witness. Or maybe the wrong game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You people are really something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, who had approached in the meantime, took the cup in her place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handled it like someone who’d worked in gambling dens in his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stopped him. No one even wanted to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever it was—just shake the cup and roll the dice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three pairs of intense eyes said just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss gripped the cup and gave it a dramatic shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dice spun in the wooden cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a six-sided die. Rem had picked the two highest numbers, Ragna the two middle ones, and Jaxon the remaining lowest two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clack—tock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cup settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are we even doing this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, recalling his old habit of building tension before revealing the result, lifted the cup slightly and paused to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just open it, brother. Or you’ll die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin gave a kind warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the three sharp gazes locked on his hand already felt more lethal than a blade to the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss lifted the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The die showed a five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew Mama Bear would help me out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grinned. Jaxon shook his head. Ragna let out a low ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) hm and glared at the die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he just split it in half and call it off? That thought crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good enough, I think.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the edge of the training ground, Enkrid spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna gave up on the idea. If he smashed the die, they’d have to restart the order from the beginning—and he’d already made Enkrid wait too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d confirmed just yesterday that Enkrid had awakened as a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me one day to refine it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of asking for a spar, Enkrid had simply shaken his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that refining process—Audin assisted with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hit me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the start of training known as striking technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.A light punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!Later, punches laced with sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s too much, you’ll have to say so, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from noon until just before evening that day, Enkrid did not stop getting hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin was soaked in sweat. Teresa, watching from the side, had dilated pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is it really okay to take punches like that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget being a knight—just enduring it was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s stance, the rotational force flowing from ankle to knee to waist—it was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his fists were as hard as steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of training, his hands were not just thick but solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be no exaggeration to call them maces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So right now, what Enkrid was withstanding was the same as taking full-force mace blows from a powerful warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet he didn’t groan once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even once, despite taking dozens of hits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s ironclad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne, watching, gasped in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groan… groan… The deep rumbles in her cheeks were more excited than when a Frokk met rain after days away from the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is that even possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne muttered. She wasn’t asking Enkrid. It was a question to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She decided it was better to observe and understand Enkrid’s current state directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even said, if she had any questions to ask later, she’d ask them then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then, leave him alone—just let her watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right now, Enkrid was full of elements that stirred her curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, it had mostly been expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it had become something beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he kept shattering her expectations one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne didn’t want to settle any of this with a few short answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Frokk, her way of satisfying curiosity had some unusual quirks—Enkrid just accepted that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had plenty to do himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was all part of verifying things. He was trying everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent the entire day like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you tired?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teresa, who had been watching, looked like she was about to collapse, but Enkrid remained unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A modest amount of sweat.Bruises all over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, just bruises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fists that caused them belonged to Audin—a body that seemed like it was created by a mistake of the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered.He looked deep in thought, but Teresa didn’t notice.What was happening before her eyes was just too unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you retract your Will and endure with just your body, you’ll get even tougher, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, drenched in sweat, said this. Teresa had never seen him sweat so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he had truly put everything into those punches.What was more surprising was that Enkrid had sweated less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after taking those hits.From those fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder she was amazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after Enkrid spent the whole day like that, the next morning began with Rem, Jaxon, and Ragna fighting over who’d spar with him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ended up in a game of rock-paper-scissors, which got overturned with ridiculous tricks—and that brings us to now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the seasonal rains, it hadn’t rained again in a while, so the dry ground sent up dust with the smallest breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few fallen blades of grass fluttered sideways in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, crouched in a corner of the training field, had just rolled the dice and backed away, creating a natural space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood, holding Acker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How deep are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem cut straight to the point, but Enkrid understood perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If sincerity was ten, how deep into it would he go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied.If either of them fought with full sincerity, one of them could die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not good at controlling it. Be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid warned, and Rem laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you warning? The directionless fool? The stray cat? Or the depressed baby bear trailing behind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite claiming to serve the mother bear, Rem had no trouble mocking another bear.Ever since returning, she’d taken to calling Audin the baby of the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, mother bear and wild bear are two different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem specialized in making such distinctions.It’s why she’d always been suited for shamanism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you just learn how to properly distinguish things,you won’t do something stupid like accidentally attracting a wraith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you don’t learn to distinguish properly,you might end up accepting a demon into your body and become the kind of idiot that spits out ten thousand spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My weapon’s a passed-down heirloom. So no half-assed magic sword’s gonna cut it. This thing has a will of its own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ego weapon—A term for weapons with sentience.They were rare, spoken of in legends and ancient texts,but they did exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s heirloom axe had emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Depending on the strength of those emotions, the power it emitted could fluctuate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As with anything, strengths came with weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a magical medium, its inconsistency was a downside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it did explode, it went completely wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At such moments, she was confident she could handle three knights at once.Well, the kind of knights she knew, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all knights were the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were people like Oara, and others like Azpen’s knights.They had both reached the rank of knight, but realistically, there was a gap between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, every fight had to be tried to know for sure—so no absolute statements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she was mulling over all this and holding out her axe, Enkrid said something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Rem, it sounded like nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘me too’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sword talks to me, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It talks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it goes beyond just showing emotion and actually speaks, then isn’t that what they call a magic sword? Or maybe a divine sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was a relief or not, it wasn’t quite either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already had a conversation with his sword, Acker, half a day ago—and learned it was an exceptionally unusual weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, kinda chatty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Hey! Chatty? You know how rare it is for a sword to be bound to a former knight’s lingering thoughts?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Acker buzzed, sending words straight into Enkrid’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll talk later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid muttered. Ego sword or not, right now he was about to face off with Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem agreed with what Enkrid had said to his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, she cast aside her own distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fighting, one should only fight. Worrying about how to run or what to do afterward would only keep you from showing even half your real skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her opponent was the captain who had awakened Will through his awakening. No room for carelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Show me.How much have you changed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no “begin” or signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem just swung her axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid responded by swinging his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s axe was slightly faster, but Enkrid was close behind. Even a careful observer would barely detect any difference in speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew where Acker and the axe met. A long gleam stretched through Enkrid’s blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped in with his foot, followed by an upward sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A combo that sliced between breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same timing, Rem brought her axe down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Acker and the axe met again.And again.And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a pair of lovers in a storm of temper—clashing and parting, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dozens of such exchanges, Rem stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was surprised again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s shoulder moved slightly. Rem deliberately pressed in, matching weapons more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was intent behind it. Ragna or Jaxon probably would’ve done the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was good that he had controlled his omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after that came the more important concept—understanding the limits of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When does it tire out? One must see that threshold and learn to control around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem considered that the next step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same with shamanism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you tired?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You already worn out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Enkrid’s body was screaming, the Will contained within him remained just as it had been from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though it were an endless spring—as if water continued to surge up from within.\u003C\u002Fp>",2325,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","cf7f4de8b06103f69dd77e1a9876ff7e98a49108013bda01ae361897d0960257","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-507","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-505",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]