[{"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-590":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},428397,689,"Chapter 587: Do It Well","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-590",590,"\u003Cp>Viscount Harrison raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What in the hell am I looking at?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rrrrummmmbllle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound like thunder rattled his ears, and the ground shook as if an earthquake had struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a cavalry charge—thousands strong—and the reason became clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the fields he ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ had cultivated, a massive horde of boar beasts had gathered, kicking up a blinding cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To see monsters swarm like that... It felt like a colony had formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t magic, and yet the dust shrouded them like a concealment spell. He couldn’t even tell how many there were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only fortunate thing was that they had charged across open plains, giving the defenders time to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—those reinforcements—they stepped forward on foot to meet that storm head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told everyone else to stand down. They would handle it alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t even see how many boar beasts were charging through that rolling cloud, and yet they marched toward it like it was a friendly greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this wasn’t madness, what was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after rubbing his eyes, the scene didn’t change. Harrison could only watch as the newcomers vaulted over or rounded past the angled spike barriers and advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, they seemed disorganized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the lack of formation didn’t mean they were chaotic. Each person moved into position with calculated spacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it mattered to the viscount at that moment. He couldn’t see any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All I can say is...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, clenching his fist until the veins showed. The rumbling earth made his body tense on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“THESE LUNATICS!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally screamed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made boar beasts so terrifying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged at ridiculous speeds—enough that even knights rarely engaged them head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To face them without even using the wooden palisades?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are they doing!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former mercenary turned militia captain gaped with his mouth hanging open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his liege had sent pleas for help all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d even heard that the letter had reached the royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one really expected reinforcements to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that they had?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t many in number. Enough to help, maybe. But what were they doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No spears—just axes hanging at their sides. And yet they stepped out like they meant to fight alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their leather armor and matching cloaks were uniform—cohesive in look and function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s an old mercenary saying: your gear is your skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put another way—if you see a unit with matching, high-grade equipment, back off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant they trained constantly, and likely fought with brutal cohesion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of wisdom came from being sold to battlefields for cronas over the years. So sure—these guys might not be weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But charging into this swarm of monsters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That felt like a new kind of madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if the viscount or his captain had a bit more time and clarity, they might’ve guessed why these men stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither of them were quick thinkers—and even if they were, there was no time to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reinforcements had arrived, and before they could even finish an introduction—or get a bite to eat—the enemy charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a militia guard near the palisade asked who they were, they didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They vaulted the barriers and formed a loose front, right as the boar beasts barreled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had happened so fast—it was overwhelming just to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boars outnumbered them at least two to one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viscount Harrison’s eyes twitched. The pressure was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t slept in days, and the fatigue had pushed him to his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he saw those reinforcements torn open and disemboweled right now, he might faint on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“DO IT WELL!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouted from among the reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wondered earlier—when the soldier who delivered the message strolled in casually—Where is their commanding officer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he caught a flash of grey hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No helmet. Arms crossed. Watching calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure felt oddly familiar, but Harrison couldn’t quite place it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed, and like the rising sun, or the falling rain, the two sides finally clashed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monstrous boars and the Border Guard unit met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should’ve stopped them, Harrison realized too late. That thought came now, useless and heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had expected a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLAT—CRACK—THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cacophony of bursting flesh and pounding hooves filled the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood sprayed into the air—splattering across the field like a rainstorm of pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If anyone dies, they die by my hand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander’s voice rang out again in the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar beasts lunged with razor-sharp tusks. If those teeth clamped down, you wouldn’t just get a wound—you’d be shredded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Border Guard standing army troops—all of them—drew their axes and swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads split open. Skulls cracked and burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment of the charge to the first clash—everything happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What... what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twitching in Harrison’s eye faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What... is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered the question. Half to the militia captain, half to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the captain had no answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could think was: those bastards are fighting like maniacs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t even fifty in number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they fought insanely well. Every last one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had once lazily called the unit he'd trained the “Assault Squad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, everyone just started calling them the Remgak Unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a miracle they weren’t dubbed The Maniac Axe Squad—though honestly, they wouldn’t have cared either way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every soldier had been personally trained by Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, they’d even been learning basic spellcraft from the twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only there were a spell that let you die and come back,” Rem liked to grumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I could just kill everyone and get it over with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No further comment was needed about the intensity of their training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t like Rem let just anyone into his unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As before, he only took those who passed his eye test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some quit halfway. The ones who remained—about fifty in total—formed the core of the assault squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, three had shown glimpses of real talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was good at nothing except fighting, so Rem left him alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two—he made them lieutenants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those two were now leading the charge, forming the spearhead of the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn’t care for traditional formations. He preferred raw force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he let that go unchecked, a lot of people would just die needlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a tactician—but he’d seen, heard, and fought enough to know what worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even factored in tips he’d gotten from twisting Kraiss’s leg during training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, finally, he thought: These guys are starting to be useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Way better than those monkey beasts in the trees!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the lieutenants shouted. He had a cropped haircut and a loud voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone agreed with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boar beasts that charged in broad daylight were ten times better than those brain-eating tree monkeys who attacked at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pen-Hanil mountains had been both their training ground and battleground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the beasts there, this was much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they had to do was charge, slash, and crush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s exactly what they did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They leapt over the thorn barricades and swung their axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beasts were terrifying in their charge—but their movement was straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made it easy to predict and dodge if you had the nerve to face them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every soldier in the Remgak Unit fought with the same boldness—the kind Rem called Heart of the Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of course, it was all Rem’s doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heart of the Beast was a technique he had refined while training Enkrid. Over time, Rem had improved it so much that teaching it had become significantly easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t make you flinchless, but it gave enough composure to move in the heat of battle without panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Rem only recruited people who were already reckless enough, even that much refinement made them deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Remgak Assault Squad, battered by training, now had their moment to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woohoo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier shouted, tracking a charging boar beast’s path. He calculated the angle, pivoted his body, and swung his axe diagonally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast, unable to change direction mid-charge, barreled straight into the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still in his swing, the soldier twisted the angle of the axe with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t stop a beast many times his weight by brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he went for the neck—sliding the axe blade beneath its hide and flesh, then lifting it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shrrip—SPAT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar beast’s skin, meat, and blood sprayed into the air in a thick, black mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a deflection technique—a skilled and precise maneuver that still required tremendous power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with training, pulling it off in real combat wasn’t easy. But the Remgak squad had made it look like routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar beasts were falling rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were killed outright by lucky skull strikes. Others had their legs cut, sending them tumbling into the dirt where they were quickly finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood soaked the earth. The air was thick with the iron stench of gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those watching—Viscount Harrison, the militia captain, and the rest of the garrison—were all dumbstruck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouths hung open. Words failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that kind of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it still didn’t fully satisfy Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you guys do well, I’ll just head back. But if I hear anything stupid—or someone screws up—I’ll come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His version of encouragement was, as usual, unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the soldiers turned to him at once. Their eyes and expressions filled with desperate resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while they split boar heads open, they kept one ear on his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the two lieutenants—currently commanding the front line. They were the most desperate to prove themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, sir! We’ll do our best!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem gave a nod. He had planned to clean up a bit and leave anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandits had been stirring up trouble in the area lately, hadn’t they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word of goodbye, Rem turned and slipped away while the rest were still too busy watching the carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the area as he walked, looking for signs of the new bandit group’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracking people, reading their movements, and hunting them down was one of Rem’s specialties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits’ hideout was about two days from the viscount’s city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was surrounded by crude wooden palisades and made up of huts barely fit for animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloppy. Undisciplined. If someone weren’t deliberately supporting them, they wouldn’t survive a week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem understood that immediately—but he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These guys were done for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they had support, talent, or tricks didn’t matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t even any watchtowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An archer behind the palisade looked out and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What... was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fired an arrow—he swore he had. But before the string finished vibrating, the target had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, without so much as a blur, the man he had aimed for was suddenly right at the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was using a spell called Leopard’s Feet—there was no way a regular human eye could track his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked the palisade hard enough to crack it, then shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! You lot are done. If you wanna live—run. Got it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As splinters flew and the wall shattered, Rem was already slashing down the two archers who had loosed arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandits came flooding out of the camp, weapons drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell’s wrong with this lunatic!? We’re the Blood Brotherhood! We don’t back down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their leaders—five self-proclaimed blood brothers—stood at the front, shouting about loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We die together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We live together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, Rem thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then today, you all die together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One strange thing was how they used enchanted flutes to command beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a whistle, they summoned a special boar beast—twice the size of the others, with two horns beside its snout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes glowed red. It looked starved and rabid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWEEEEET!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the flute pierced the air, the massive boar leapt from a pit in the middle of the camp—exploding upward into the air—and charged Rem instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lazily tapped his axe’s handle, half mumbling to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with one sudden pull, he swung it straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, it looked like the world had split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster was cleaved vertically, its body splitting down the middle and falling in two wet, steaming halves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entrails and blood gushed onto the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he finished the swing, Rem resumed fingering the axe’s grip, murmuring to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Not in the mood today? Yeah, I get that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the bandit leaders, this man was unmistakably insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was he talking to? Himself? A second self? A spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tales were true. Maniac Knight. Knight of Madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had even heard the name Rem—but very few knew the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching that axe swing, though, no one doubted something had gone very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said—run. If you wanna live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem slung the axe over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his relaxed stance, four of the five \"brothers\" turned and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one—the slow-witted one—charged, seeing his comrades desert him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung a spiked club but his arms trembled—he couldn't even manage a clean attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem casually cleaved the club in two, followed by the man’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“GAHHH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went after the other four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Split their skulls. Cracked their jaws. Smashed them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thought you were brothers, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been over a hundred bandits in total, and several were skilled archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem casually caught arrows out of the air and hurled them back—killing the shooters with their own bolts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, a major threat to the south—a bandit group that controlled a horde of beasts—was erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could’ve predicted that a knight’s squad would storm the hideout and annihilate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one saw it coming.\u003C\u002Fp>",2315,"2026-05-30T08:28:29.162Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","08f967e6db1065a801314fc062bc18c8d84fea01fbaac22898029984790e11a5","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-591","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-589",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]