[{"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-533":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},428290,689,"Chapter 530: Anxiety and Conviction","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-533",533,"\u003Cp>Barnas Hurrier, despite how he looked, knew how to calculate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might’ve looked like a slobbering mutt charging headlong into battle, and as a wolf beastkin, the comparison was apt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside, he wasn’t raising a wolf—he was harboring a nest of scheming snakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the two knights who had appeared as his enemies, and in an instant, finished his calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is a win.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had a rough grasp of how many troops had entered the Pen-Hanil mountain range from Naurillia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at this point, it didn’t matter if every last one of them turned out to be a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figuring out their numbers wasn’t even hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a fairy unit well-acquainted with the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d used them to execute a lure strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, he even sent the fairy squad out front to observe the enemy’s response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the enemy had all rushed in after taking the bait, he would’ve assumed they lacked knight power and were led by a coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these ones?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d split up, as if they’d read his intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone proved that two knights had arrived here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Barnas had to face two knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was he so sure of victory?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with fifty slabs of armored meat shields, it was still two against one—wasn’t that a numbers disadvantage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only if you understood one thing and missed the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the efforts of Abnaier and Barnas Hurrier, they’d sent bait through every possible diplomatic channel, including the Ekkinse family of civil administration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been running around like dogs, doing everything to ensure that a certain knight from Naurillia’s Red Cloak Order wouldn’t show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not all knights are the same.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who understand only a little tend to think all knights are the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that’s nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like not all soldiers are the same, not all knights are equal either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lesser men, they might look similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once you reach the level of a true knight, you start seeing the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is why fake knights churned out by Count Molsen could never surpass the real thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaction time, expanded awareness, the way they used power—everything was on a different plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that reason, Barnas only cared that Cypress didn’t show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as that guy wasn’t here, there was no one who could stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one more person showed up among the pair in front of him, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if someone on their level joined in, Barnas would still have bet on victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because not all knights are created equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, only two had shown up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were two knights here, he could already see the shape of the rest of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So this is how the board’s laid out, huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three routes in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three battlefields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The layout was Abnaier’s idea, and Barnas himself had helped shape it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why split the battlefield into three?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was another question entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it served to divide the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more importantly, it was simply a better way for their side to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Knights aren’t exactly team players.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnas knew this from experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights didn’t get stronger together—they just got in each other’s way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the other side was trying to overwhelm with numbers, maybe grouping knights together would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this side had the superior elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joining forces wouldn’t multiply their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Well, unless they’d been syncing their tactics for years.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like twin knights or something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other than that, they were all the same—overflowing with talent, elevated to knighthood, yet unwilling to waste time learning combo techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the maniacs under him—his poetic junior—had even said he aimed to catch up to Barnas within ten years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And was that wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnas believed his decisions were sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d intentionally pushed those with potential into rivalries, to endlessly stimulate their ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he remained seated above them all—the immovable peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how he raised his juniors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the nature of this situation, it was obviously better to fight separately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with Abnaier’s plan to deploy troops specifically to drain the enemy’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d scrapped a full frontal war and poured power into this location instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the other battlefields?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That guy’s not going to lose.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among his men was one whose specialty was dueling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Barnas himself, he was the most trustworthy blade in the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnas’s mind kept spinning the numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the enemy broke from one of the three battlefields, escaped, or moved off-course?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Please, God, let that happen.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, it only took taking the rear in one of the three to end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the enemy grouped together into a larger force, it wouldn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they didn’t regroup here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, the enemy wouldn’t ignore any of the three routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t, if he were them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leave one open, and the rear gets exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might’ve scrapped a direct war, but if the rear is hit, that’s a whole different story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What kind of strategist takes the enemy’s words at face value?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that made one battlefield his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had a flashy subordinate and a freshly trained recruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one had a knight who’d bound himself with some idiotic oath, but was still a duelist Barnas wouldn’t bet against—and General Frokk was stationed there, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That battlefield would be the trickiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frokk, after all, was one of the rare ones who could sync up with knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is gonna be fun,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnas muttered just before the fighting started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’ll be a lot of knights. That’s my prediction. It could be five.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it right to be greedy in that kind of fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And even if luck’s on our side and the numbers match, what about the variables we can’t control?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss struck the ground with his voice, stern and certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just before Enkrid had said he wanted to be greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kraiss’s point was valid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a worst-case scenario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emphasized especially the matter of numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here’s an example.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you quantify a knight’s power with numbers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Say a knight’s strength is measured at ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does that mean they all operate at the same level of ten?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it’s giants or humans, everyone’s got two hands and two feet—but the limits of what you can do with them vary drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was an incredible, radiant knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, the strongest in Naurillia was still Cypress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all knights are equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss knew that with his wise, world-weary brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid understood it by living through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Rem and Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through facing the Eastern King and the monsters of the Gray Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through pushing past his limits again and again with Acker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No battle could ever guarantee victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, that would be the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, that was all Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he’d experienced it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Kraiss was filled with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier likely believed the battlefield had been set by mutual agreement between him and his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss was the one who’d laid the board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had funneled the enemies’ path into a single narrow route, then let them enjoy the illusion of choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use the path well. ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) We’ll meet like mortal enemies on a rope bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know the drill, right? You’re only bringing an elite few? What, three knights? Then just bring the three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re kind of struggling on this end, so we might have to hold you off with sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Kraiss said that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier’s response would’ve been,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure. Let’s do that. See you then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how plain his agreement would’ve sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Kraiss set things up like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was the only way to let the enemy do exactly what they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They say a true sage can predict events on the other side of the continent from where they sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kraiss never thought of himself as a sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t try to foresee what was happening on the far side of the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What would be the point of predicting crap like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what he’d say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how things were playing out over there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here—on the board he had crafted—he could predict what would happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how the battlefield would unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need to bleed a little too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you trust that the enemy strategist will stick to the supposed agreement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there ever an agreement in the first place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even a signed treaty—just an understanding sealed with silent cues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no real obligation to uphold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Kraiss believed sacrifice had to be demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rejected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his suggestion was rejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw the look in the commander’s eyes, he knew nothing he said would be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy wouldn’t just walk in like good little boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bound to pull something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the commander said to be greedy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then greedy it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t going to change his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that didn’t change the fact that Kraiss had laid the board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, as he let out deep breaths—ten at a time—his heart continued to ache with anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if it all unravels and everyone dies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m gonna die young at this rate.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Kraiss had laid the board, Enkrid was the piece—the knight being played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final decisions were his, but the fundamental setup hadn’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier knew that too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two strategists watched the war unfold from different places, with different hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One, shrouded in anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, gripped by unwavering belief in victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew if the pieces they had sent were knights, queens, bishops—or just pawns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the outcome would determine which path had been right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Barnas was calculating and Kraiss was nervously tapping his legs, naturally, encounters were happening on other battlefields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do people hate one another?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem heard the punk standing in front of him and slowly turned his head, scanning the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the thick brush, hostile intent pricked at his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was... moderately ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the kind of intent that’d leave a scratch, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not nearly as scary as an angry Ayul.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one blocking the path was a knight of Azpen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept speaking with his eyes downcast, looking like some melancholic poet or brooding beast with gray hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low and calm, deep-toned voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that’s what he was going for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his chin up at an angle, gazing vaguely toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, watching him, thought,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell is this idiot even looking? Isn’t it bright up there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s probably a trial the world has given us. We must overcome it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem rested his hand on his axe handle and cocked a hip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like yawning, but he wasn’t sleepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d run hard after Enkrid’s orders, only to find these guys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a stranger, it probably didn’t look like either side wanted to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s with the ones hiding in the back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem asked casually, still slouching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monterre’s Swamp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were two in front of Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in the back had ruby-red eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not normal human eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were slitted vertically like a beast’s, and the rest of the man exuded animalistic savagery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, he reeked of sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That confirmed something Rem had already suspected—Azpen had some bastard messing with sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t seem to come from the West, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a different lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since they’d used that massacre fog in the last battle, he’d felt something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, one of those freaks had stepped into the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell is this sorcerer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scritch, scritch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem scratched his head with his thumb as he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Madman of Immortality’s dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy was more of a brawler than a scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t exactly cut out for research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet he’d dared to chase a sorcery of eternal youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in front of him now didn’t feel like someone living off that lunatic’s leftovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then, what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a few breaths—while the front guy was still spouting nonsense—Rem had already grasped the shape of the enemy’s tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possession?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sorcery using one’s own body as a medium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you didn’t have the innate talent for it, each use would gnaw away your lifespan and wreck your health.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s assuming you were lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he had some kind of safety mechanism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy felt pretty controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it probably wasn’t a half-baked technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was using it while suppressing backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him made Rem curious—where had that technique come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was interested in sorcery, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Still more elegant than that dumbass Molsen.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to make knights with chimera experiments—yeah, this was better than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how Rem assessed the enemy force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front guy, a knight barking poetry like a dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in back, a red-eyed freak who used sorcery to reach knight-level power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And about a hundred bugs beyond that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encircling the area was Monterre’s Swamp, a band of assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Georg’s Dagger had continent-wide fame, Monterre’s Swamp was only powerful within Azpen’s borders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were basically bastard children—an assassination guild born from royal and noble backing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not naturally formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an official royal force either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even bastard children get invited home once in a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, they’d been folded into the kingdom and reorganized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them held poisoned daggers, darts, poison sand, nets, or barbed harpoons connected by rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all glared at Rem—like their eyeballs could skewer him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem could feel it even without seeing them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t emotionless killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tension charged the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the air burned or not, he was always just doing his thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorrowful. So very sorrowful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For I must now slay one who was gifted by the gods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy in front had a flair for the dramatic too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident, clearly underestimating Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably high on something too, considering the crap he was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in his own little world, he droned on like he was pleasuring himself aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was grating to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when something grates—a sharp tongue is natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you dine with ghouls? What the hell did you eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, trained by Enkrid, fired back with venom.\u003C\u002Fp>",2432,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","60333d8ff8a8dd20151f004f227f583296f952f72e2ef7fc2ff8493967ae1f53","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-534","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-532",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]