[{"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-658":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},428515,689,"Chapter 655: How Do You Feel?","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-658",658,"\u003Cp>“Weren’t you going to meet a fairy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon asked. Like he often did when surprised, his tone dropped into informal speech. Even from the rooftop, his voice pierced the air clearly. It carried a certain force—cold flame, perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chilly, yet full of heat. Challenging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned, but his voice was low and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was a demon instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what Jaxon said, Enkrid’s tone stayed flat. A little bewildered, perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So?” Jaxon pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I struck with all I had and killed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, he wouldn’t have spoken that way. These days, he could give more detailed explanations—he no longer had to sound like a madman. He’d systematized his thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that kind of °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° language wasn’t suitable when facing people with energy sharp as a blade. So the old words he’d once said to Ermen came out by habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it wasn’t the kind of thing these people would complain about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not wrong,” Ragna agreed, standing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a few steps forward, Ragna drew his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiiing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound as clear and cold as frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw the scabbard aside with his left hand and gripped the sword with both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move aside, sulking pup. It’s my turn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Enkrid had been away, Ragna had apparently acquired a fine sword. The blade shimmered a pale blue, the color of the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was forged from Valerian steel, Noir iron, and pure silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick and long—much like his previous heavy blade—it matched his style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gift from the heavens, they called him. A genius. And now, the fire in his eyes was visible for all to see. He made no attempt to hide it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared at Ragna, and Ragna spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can’t block this, you’ll die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you train with a sword, losing a limb is to be expected. That’s how Ragna learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke seriously, yet there was a slight curl to his lips—anticipation, joy, and excitement, all mingled in the reckless way of youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from his expression and posture, Enkrid could read his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always been good at it, but spending time among fairies—who practiced emotional restraint—had sharpened that sense further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Ragna said it with so much excitement, Enkrid responded with a serious question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not going to hold back too, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna replied with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t even a visible preparatory motion—just a sudden, sharp thrust that split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised Penna vertically, blocking with the flat of the blade, and leapt sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air tore as Ragna’s prepared second strike cut through where Enkrid had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opening thrust followed by a cutting slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it was light. Yet on the surface, it looked like Enkrid was dodging with casual ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He predicts and reacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there’s a miscalculation, he recalculates instantly. If that fails, he blocks with force. Even if it looks forced, the result still seems like everything flows his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changes tactics in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he computed every variable and stayed focused through the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But is that even possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re looking up, you can’t see your feet. What Enkrid was doing was like seeing both at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He makes the accidental look inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought with a macro-level understanding of the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, this would be nonsense. But when someone is doing it right in front of you—there’s nothing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem saw the result before the fight truly began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Enkrid arrived, if Rem and Ragna fought ten times, they’d draw all ten. It was hard to judge a victor. If Rem had been overwhelmed, Ragna would be too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wavebreaker Sword didn’t allow for counter-strategy. Everything got blocked. Even Ragna wouldn’t be able to break through. It would come down to endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once that moment came, the bottomless Will would welcome the fool who tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rem fought Enkrid, it felt like being dragged into a swamp. Slowly submerged, inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what Enkrid imagined when he thought of strategy—grabbing the enemy by the ankle and pulling them under, until the battlefield itself was in his favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had seen it. Ragna felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m going to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His genius condensed the process into outcome. If the fight continued like this, he would eventually lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as that thought came, Ragna shifted his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d shown this move to Rem before. A technique that was nearly impossible to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tensed every muscle in his body and poured all his Will into a downward strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple, textbook greatsword slash—but for the one on the receiving end, it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like lightning hurled by the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a technique modeled after Enkrid’s way of pouring Will into a blow—reforged in Ragna’s own style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ragna, it was just a mighty slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He widened his stance, raised both arms overhead. All in a blink. The preparatory motion was so short, it made blocking that much harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a battle where your life hangs on a single swing, even a seasoned warrior could only focus on what lay a step ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why knights called their battle sense “foresight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with knightly insight, this kind of moment couldn’t be predicted. Even if it was—it would be too late. Try to dodge, and the sword would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s footwork was deceptively fast. Even compared to Rem, who played across the vast western plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreating wouldn’t be enough. When Rem faced it, he’d rushed forward just before the sword came down—to halve the force of the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dangerous. They’d almost killed each other. After that, they stopped sparring. One of them was bound to die if it continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Ragna was about to swing that same strike at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a moment where anyone would think: There’s no opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Ragna was gathering momentum, Enkrid stepped far back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to say whether Ragna had completed his stance first or Enkrid had withdrawn first. It was almost simultaneous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna could still chase him and swing. It was the move he’d developed using Oara’s Continuous Sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the power would be diminished. Enkrid had retreated just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tactical retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d read and predicted the form of the fight. It reminded some of Acker’s Spiderweb Swordsmanship, but it was even more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker’s method trapped and pinned down the enemy—but what Enkrid had just done was to nullify everything, no matter what the enemy tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he just thinking faster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. He had two tracks of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem noticed. So did Jaxon. And now Ragna and Audin noticed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes sparkled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna finally swung. Enkrid responded by sweeping his short sword sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two blades imbued with Will collided with a tremendous sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if air itself shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning struck from the sky—only to be stopped by a volcanic eruption from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sky-blue streaks and pale moonlight-colored lines clashed and parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither wanted to take the full brunt of it, so the blow only glanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a spar. Each took a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed one another—one to the left, the other to the right—a gap opened between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had spent nearly all his Will. He needed to recover. Enkrid did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we continue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked, raising Penna upright in front of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stared into Enkrid’s blue eyes for a moment, then let his sword droop and stepped beside Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Rem and Ragna standing side by side was comical in a way—especially to those who knew how much their relationship had soured while Enkrid was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now then, our two sulking brothers can step aside,” Audin said, walking forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes blazed with the same hunger. Joy, excitement, and anticipation burned in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he always been like this? Or had Enkrid changed him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all brimming with competitive spirit, desperate to fight like madmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light shimmered from Audin’s body. It clung like sand, flowing over him and back up his legs. The golden grains covering him were a sign of his divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my current strength,” he declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his clenched fist, light exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—! The light condensed into a single point and shot toward Enkrid’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a punch—his left foot pivoted, hips twisted, and the blow was unleashed. With divine power and a hardened body behind it, the strike looked like a spear made of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blocked it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear of light didn’t end with one blow. It scattered, storming forward like falling starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fists, feet, sometimes claw-like fingers tried to grasp his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blocked and moved, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the untrained eye, it looked like a one-sided assault from Audin. He pressed forward, while Enkrid gave no ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Audin finally closed the distance, Enkrid dropped Penna, grabbed Audin’s arm, twisted it, and slammed his knee into Audin’s chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin blocked with his palm, but couldn’t stop Enkrid from stepping back and reclaiming Penna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement flowed like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From dropping the blade to reclaiming it—it all seemed calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, battle involved chance and luck—but Enkrid made it feel like everything was part of the plan. Even failed calculations looked premeditated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He split his thoughts, accelerated them, and fought by computing every variable in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t win, Rem thought again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin likely felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he had the most solid divine power among them, there were clear limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the side, Rem watched. His axe trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sentient weapon spoke to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I get it. But you’re not trying to kill him, so I won’t interfere. This is play, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe believed it could kill—but Rem had no such intention. The axe misunderstood his desire to win for a desire to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were not the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Rem unleashed the axe’s full power, he might find a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had lost—he didn’t feel bitter. On the contrary, it was exhilarating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin seemed to feel the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I lost,” Audin said—he was the only one of the three to admit it out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, dripping sweat, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you feel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking now, Enkrid had endured just as much. His entire body was soaked in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So were Ragna and Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s question held many meanings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all thought back to when Enkrid had first arrived as their squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>",1774,"2026-05-30T08:28:33.327Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","f21fe0b4461b1eb4e3cc78448d51fc4e34222db041b5d55bb786bdadb3f51fb3","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-659","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-657",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]