[{"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-507":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},428264,689,"Chapter 513","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-507",507,"\u003Cp>“This is... kinda fascinating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said as she lazily twirled her axe.The purpose of the spar had been clear from the start, so there was no need to continue.They hadn’t even bothered to determine a winner—just clashed weapons endlessly and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who had fought over sparring with Enkrid shared the same intent as Rem, so they felt similar things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No exhaustion?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon said nothing, but thought it to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He should be worn out by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s words meant the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When someone awakens to Will and begins to circulate it through their body,the first thing they experience is omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literal sensation that anything is possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In extreme cases, it even feels like you could grab a cloud, shape it, and forge it into a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that's absurd and impossible—but it still feels like you could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) intoxication of omnipotence is far more euphoric than any drug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That euphoria drives action.It makes you recklessly pour out Will, not even realizing you’re draining yourself dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in doing so, you slowly begin to distinguish between what is and isn’t possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already made that distinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh? This works. That doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have to walk into range to cut someone’s neck.You can’t chop down a tree just by gesturing from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like being reborn—learning to walk all over again, but with omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what happens if you pour out too much Will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhaustion hits.Your energy gets sucked dry, and your body collapses.If you keep moving in that state, you start to break down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, with time you recover—but if you're constantly forced into burnout,then not only can you shorten recovery time, but you can also train your body and mind to avoid permanent damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I didn’t think that’d be necessary…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem scratched her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—wasn’t this too strange?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna and Jaxon had both wanted to be Enkrid’s first sparring partner to help guide him through that exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jaxon had stepped up—that alone was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment of controlling omnipotence—they had genuinely wanted to help lead him through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why they’d gone as far as throwing dice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet this is what they got?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m still fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had sweat streaming down his body, yet his momentum hadn’t faltered one bit.He was exactly the same as when they began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This really is amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said again, while Audin simply let out a soft laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already seen it firsthand the day before.He had purposely not observed the spar too closely, knowing it’d ruin the surprise for the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why they were shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stood there, calm and composed.If he were going to collapse from exhaustion, it would’ve happened long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, whatever, let’s just move on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem brushed off her hands.This wasn’t something they’d understand just by thinking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew better than anyone—the world was full of absurdities, and anything could happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna and Jaxon felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Rem went ahead to the next topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we skip burnout, what’s next?Mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you reach a level where you can handle Will comfortably,you begin to develop nuance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You use Will more sharply.Or more heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same with shamanism—it wasn’t any different.In his case, Will was replaced with spiritual power or divine force, but the principles weren’t far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, this too felt... vague.Hard to define.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone who had become a knight, Enkrid was a bit... dense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In sword skill, intuition, and composure, he had definitely grown by leaps and bounds—but his Will control felt clunky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it was heavier than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it meant he was regressing in skill.Still, it meant there was no clear trait to point out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stronger? Faster?But also rougher? Cruder?If there was one defining trait—it was that he didn’t tire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that “roughness” was just Rem’s take.If Lophod or Bell saw it, they’d probably ask what she was talking about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how large the gap was between them and Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what do you do if it’s clunky?If it’s crude?If it’s unrefined?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Does it matter?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, no one knew how things would go from here.No one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not one person thought this was a bad thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, everyone—Lua Gharne included—had once wondered the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happens when someone like this becomes a knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one’s Will expands in proportion to the oaths they keep—and if that oath towers like a spire reaching the heavens—then what of the Will, that formless force, that mirrors it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was right here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That no one could measure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no pre-set road before Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Face the vastness. What lies before you is not a wall, but a field with nothing at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like someone was saying that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it?Enkrid had stepped into uncharted land.He had just taken his first step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the right direction?He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he lost in uncertainty, unsure of where to go?Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What lay before him wasn’t a barren wasteland lacking signs—it was a vast road where signs were simply unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he would just walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, that smile’s not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem smiled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon showed a faint smirk.Ragna smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll need more technique.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought that just one spar had told him what to do next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, such a thing would’ve been unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, not knowing what to do, he swung his sword at random.Ran, jumped, climbed mountains with his bare hands to build grip strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it didn’t help—but he hadn’t known what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he had once carried stacks of krona to pay for sword instructors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t denying the path he’d walked.He had simply recognized that he no longer needed an instructor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The knack for handling Will.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to explain it, it would be like gaining a new sensory organ, and now he had to learn to use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, it wasn’t that hard—but for Enkrid, it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his Will was too vast.His vessel was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So of course he wouldn’t get it all at once.He already knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sun warmed his face and sweat dripped down, a breeze blew in, carrying away the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I ask what you’re feeling, fiancé?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Shinar.At some point, she had approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze to the fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with it came the memory of her arm scattering into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t the only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Rem—her face aged with fatigue.Jaxon, staring at him with a twisted expression.Ragna, watching him wordlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, his eyes, nose, mouth bleeding light from every pore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were memories only he knew.Only he had seen their faces, their pain, their resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks to some dumb bastards, it took longer than it should’ve… but yeah. I feel good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze toward Rem, Jaxon, Ragna, Audin.Lophod and Bell weren’t there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther stood just behind him, and Odd-Eye too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes swept over them all.Every single one of them was looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of ridiculous joke only life could make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of them, he was confident.That was why he said it—because he knew it better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, rarely, showed a faint smile.Enkrid’s open, joyful expression made it a pleasure just to watch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem chuckled and replied, while Audin offered a prayer, Jaxon let out a dry snort, and Ragna raised his sword. It was his turn for the next spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid adjusted his stance once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t fatigued.He wasn’t tired.He wasn’t intoxicated by omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rough combat style was something that time would naturally polish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna simply wanted to fight.Watching wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon took a step back, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s a pain to deal with.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you exploit an opening, you can wound him.With poison, you might gain the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But both methods were ill-suited for a spar.If the opponent were a barbarian, sure, you could go wild with those techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many of Jaxon’s skills were just… inappropriate for practice bouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the real reason he stepped back.He saw there was no exhaustion.No need to wear the man down through sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only stepped in, unlike himself, because it seemed better than leaving it to the barbarian or the directionless one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking that, Jaxon drew two daggers and stood in line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts and actions were opposites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next is me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so were his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he looked at their captain, even the heart of a cold-blooded assassin began to burn with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid still wore a smile.More precisely, a smile brimming with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were times, watching Rem and Ragna fight, when Enkrid had dreamed of standing among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, that dream was realized, perfectly, right here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised Acker and took his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Hey, this guy’s pretty good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Will, flowing through his entire body, that carried the message.The sword, imbued with Will, transmitted its will.A low hum from the blade turned to words and entered his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ignored it and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, like a silent black bolt of lightning, a strike came down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his sixth sense and foresight, the strike and his recognition of it came almost simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s Acker surged upward, glowing white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chkeng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two blades clashed, entwined, then separated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few exchanges, footwork—everything was at the level of knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna won that spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Ragna came Jaxon.That bout ended in a draw.Jaxon withdrew first, shaking off his hands.Enkrid had to admit—he still couldn’t fully catch Jaxon’s footwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If either Ragna or Jaxon had gone all the way, the result could have changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Rem came in again with her axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the sun fell, the duels continued—but not once did Enkrid’s Will run dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve turned into a monster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s words were the truth.Everyone nodded as if in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, the gurgling Lua Gharne looked like oil was dripping from every pore—she was that moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trust in you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one seated atop a red carpet-trimmed dais, with three steps leading up to the throne, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man standing before him raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall reclaim Azpen’s lands that were unjustly lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face had a black nose, ears like a wolf’s, and eyes that were nothing like a human’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wolf beastkin—so of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf beastkin general turned his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once hailed as Azpen’s guardian deity, he had now been pushed to a distant post—an aging general exiled from the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he exited the throne hall, two humans and one frogkin awaited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Abnaier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin asked as soon as he stepped out.Something about it irked him—he snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the throne was just one door behind them, his attitude was blunt and brazen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who knew his nature stayed quiet.Even the attendants acted like he wasn’t there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It would be best not to mention that name within the palace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the well-dressed men replied.A knight by rank, he knew better than to provoke this beastkin, so his tone was exceedingly polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are all knights the same?Of course not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a knight of Azpen.The same kind who had once gifted a sword clash to Enkrid, Ragna, and others.He knew this truth well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re gonna toss honor aside anyway, you should’ve just killed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin growled.Was that what he really wanted?Half right, half wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t angry that the man had acted—he was angry that he hadn’t owned it.That he’d left the stain of that decision lingering in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because of the oath…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll die by your excuses. Didn’t I teach you that a knight who fails to uphold their honor dies by the blemish in their heart? What, did I live too long and forget what I said? Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin cut him off and launched into a tirade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man flared with anger but didn’t talk back.Arguing with a master who yelled about excuses would only get him more scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t even an excuse—it was the truth.Because of the oath, he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever else, his sword would never weaken. Its traits were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the man kept silent, the beastkin saw right through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clicking his tongue, the beastkin turned his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t overdo it. Fight drunk on omnipotence and you’ll die. There are plenty of skilled fighters in the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered, but he wouldn’t truly agree.That’s just the kind of man he was.Even now, confidence radiated from him, Will flowing faintly around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guy who couldn’t even fully control his Will yet. Tch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lastly, the frogkin.The same one who’d once delivered a kick to Enkrid’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepared?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin gave a small nod with his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frogkin nodded.“Just about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might be weaker than knights in a direct fight, but if it was war, it didn’t matter who the enemy was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War and combat were very different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin general knew the difference well.That’s why he wouldn’t talk strategy himself.That’s what he had Abnaier for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once called a genius strategist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some said he should be executed as the one responsible for their loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those were just some damn nobles whining.Why the hell kill someone like that?Idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outwardly, the beastkin general had demanded Abnaier’s execution.Privately, he’d put him under his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier had chosen to hide himself in shame for not being able to kill a single man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beastkin had beat the crap out of him to drag him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out another burst of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So strong, one of the curtains fluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two humans and one frogkin followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved in step with his long, confident strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace corridors were wide enough for five men to walk shoulder to shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet with these four walking, the hallway felt cramped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, two more aides waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in clear sunlight, the two bowed their heads in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the two aides, while conditional, could still be called a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trained and raised directly by the beastkin general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, setting the frogkin aside—if you included the beastkin himself, that made four knights.\u003C\u002Fp>",2395,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","af3f600efa162e3cd26fb1eaad6115a7ba30a0c8ef51ca4dfb99aa1a19073610","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-508","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-506",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]