[{"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-725":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},428432,689,"Chapter 722: Barely","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-725",725,"\u003Cp>If one could feel Will and move it, couldn’t it also be transformed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It can be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already experienced it through his body and proven it in practice. The milky light flowing across his blade—that had been the result of transferring concentrated Will into the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could do it with the sword, he could do it with the body too. Gather the remaining Will, condense it, and release it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna swung Penna four times with that intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stood ahead and slightly to the left of Enkrid as he swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul was separated from his two companions, which, from an outside view, made it look like Enkrid and Drmul were one group, and Ragna with the other two formed another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, even before Ragna stepped up, had been furiously calculating inside his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lua Gharne-style tactical swordplay didn’t rely purely on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct was Enkrid’s personal addition. The foundation of tactical swordplay was probabilistic calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the path to survival?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which options lead to victory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face and posture may have looked calm, but in his mind, the computations raced. This battlefield was filled with variables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And among them, one large variable entered Enkrid’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though conserving strength, he remained seated in the wet dirt to avoid wasting even a drop of energy. From there, he saw the peril Ragna faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-eyed elder had cast lightning with a few simple gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in front of Ragna, the horned scaler-mutant extended a hand and unleashed telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The falling rain was caught and shaped by the force. Two massive hands, formed of rainwater, began to close in on Ragna from either side. It was a telekinesis that trapped even the rainfall itself. No scaler Enkrid had seen possessed such superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And while maintaining the telekinesis, the mutated creature raised its left hand and charged, swinging down at Ragna. The speed rivaled a knight’s empowered dash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, the descending hand appeared in slow motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air warped around the edge of the hand. Just as he thought it was moving slowly, its speed doubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't afford to dedicate brainpower to calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of it was the sudden distraction. Part of it was his shattered physical state. But more than anything—it was instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet voice from the depths of his mind compelled him: You must not miss this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before the lightning struck Ragna, Enkrid’s full concentration locked onto the young man’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light clung to Ragna’s blade. Even the falling raindrops split apart when they touched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Will, visibly condensed into light. Ragna swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first slash was from the left. As Penna cut through the air, it pulled the lightning along, dragging it sideways into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with fluid motion, the blade extended straight forward. Just as the scaler-mutant’s hand came down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s thrust pierced through the hand—and continued on through the horned head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderstrike hitting the ground masked the sound of flesh being pierced. The two happened nearly simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how fast Ragna’s strikes had been. One to the left. One forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like two Ragnas had struck in unison—so seamless were the movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He withdrew his blade and charged at the three-eyed elder, swinging again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, countless barriers—wards, artifacts, protective spells—activated around the elder to shield him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the embedded eye on his forehead flared red at the last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still—not one defense could ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) stop the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder didn’t even manage to open his mouth. Ragna’s sword traced a clean line across his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three slashes in, Ragna propelled himself again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, like Enkrid’s earlier, had pushed past its limits. To any untrained eye, it might’ve looked like teleportation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No afterimage. No lag. He closed the distance in an instant—and his final strike dropped toward Drmul’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, his blade never reached its mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG! CRAAAACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad luck? No. It was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mages are deceitful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled Esther’s teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fracture rippled around Drmul’s form. The air itself cracked like glass, splintering and shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the spell that had guarded Drmul’s body for forty years—finally broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive,” Drmul murmured, sweeping his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telekinesis hit Ragna square in the torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After four slashes, Ragna had nothing left. He was flung to the side like a rag doll. This time, he couldn’t even stabilize in midair and tumbled across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, he probably couldn’t fend off even a passing ghoul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—he gripped Penna tightly in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying there, Ragna coughed up blood. He tried to push himself up by stabbing Penna into the earth. His body swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matted with mud and rain, his hair clung to his face, now a mess of blood and filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark, dirty water—mixed with blood—streamed down his jaw and pooled at his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve planted the seed of plague in your body. Just lie there. You’ll still be unable to die, even if you want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna couldn’t reply. Blood streamed from his mouth and nose. His pupils were unfocused—unconscious, perhaps. Or just barely holding on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he tried to fight—bracing against the earth with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid couldn’t hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see that? Just a ‘mere swordsman’ pulled that off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the people you brought are dead. Only one remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deliberate provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Consistently insane, the lot of you,” Drmul replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a hint of displeasure, but no panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Because the two who died weren’t important to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was divinity. His descent into this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come then. I still have strength left,” Enkrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Ragna fight and endure stirred something hot in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to cut down that rotting corpse in front of him. So be it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for Three Iron—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Ragna’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on. I’ll take you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter what he meant exactly. The will behind the words was crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even half-conscious, his resolve blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid clenched his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses were too dulled to detect an approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That's enough. Son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow blocked the rain above Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man approaching—Tempest Zaun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice held no emotion. Just fact. And truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lynox came up beside him, groaning about his aching back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid almost asked why they arrived so early, why not wait till morning like planned—but he stopped himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This variable, one he had accounted for, hadn’t come late after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he couldn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them looked unscathed. Especially Lynox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was missing his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Enkrid’s gaze, the aging swordsman who had protected Zaun grinned and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess I’ll have to make do with just three swords now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once wielded six with both arms. Now only one remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he regrow it? Not unless Seiki made some miraculous deal with the gods she fled from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna kept repeating himself, unaware of the hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had seen what he had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-eyed elder was decapitated. The horned, mutated chimera had a gaping hole in her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stabbing her with Penna, Ragna had twisted the blade, shredding it from within. The wound was jagged—ripped open like with a dull blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words: dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had killed two—and nearly a third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul had seen their approach—but didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t die. Somehow. Did Heskal fail to do his job? Or did you all simply exceed my expectations?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul didn’t panic—he marveled. To show this much force...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he had prepared now lay dead on the ground. He had coffins ready for them, but hadn’t expected it to turn out this way. Truly unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for that—he was slightly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This, perhaps, would be his last amusement before becoming divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down upon them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body had grown larger. Now, his head towered two above Enkrid’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackened bone jutted from his decayed flesh like scaffolding, supporting his monstrous form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulsing, engorged veins swelled between those bones, adding strength to the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will all be reborn. I shall gift you new life by filling you with divinity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One might think someone had asked for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You,” said the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, ignoring whatever Drmul was saying. The increasing size was surprising—but clearly irrelevant in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too was covered in cuts. The wounds didn’t bleed, but had blackened. Poisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked forward with heavy, deliberate steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten strides or less. If he sprinted now and swung his greatsword, Drmul’s neck would be within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Drmul’s neck extended unnaturally, his chin lifted as he looked down on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re uglier than I imagined,” said Tempest Zaun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Lynox nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, he is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul stared down at the ones remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You helped that child endure. I should’ve killed him earlier, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could understand Drmul’s words or actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he didn’t want them to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A god does not ask understanding from its creations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do these pitiful, struggling creatures resist so stubbornly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if not understood, surely his greatness, his suffering, deserved to be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, after all, was not understanding—but doctrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was a time when a reaper whispered to me. Yes, a long time ago. I created a very special potion back then. It let me exist on a different time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke like a sermon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think would happen if one day became twice as long for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul had always possessed rare talent—but he wanted more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He delved into alchemy, and eventually entered the world of spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the process, he entered the Demon Realm. Visited the Empire. Peered into the continent’s secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only then did he realize what he truly desired:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To become a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That potion was just a small gain from my studies of immortality and undeath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rotting mouth curled upward—flesh dropping off to the floor. Sickening to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now his skin shone like a gemstone—smooth and hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not clear. Like a gem filled with filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen. These are the first words of my divine revelation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drmul’s voice overlapped with itself, echoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, it felt just like when he faced a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being with purpose and perspective so alien it felt wrong—utterly incompatible with man or beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A choking pressure fell over the world. Even the falling rain seemed forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dominance—or perhaps gravitational pull. It sucked in all awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after overwhelming the field did Drmul recite the first verse of his gospel with his rotting tongue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day for them was ten for me. And I lived over a hundred of those days. This is how the ordinary surpasses the extraordinary. The beginning of a man who surpassed demons and became a god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overlapping voice shook the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the air bowed before his words, as if kneeling in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Enkrid murmured, almost unconsciously—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barely?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quiet. But everyone heard.\u003C\u002Fp>",1851,"2026-05-30T08:28:34.162Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","06bd36852872a13db043e7e69e73f203772233f95787087e0389fca71a1cf1f9","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-726","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-724",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]