[{"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-760":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},428467,689,"Chapter 756 - A Madman of a Different Caliber","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-760",760,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 756 - A Madman of a Different Caliber\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Minotaur's physical bulk, combined with its immense pressure, felt utterly monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the inhabitants of the demonic domain dropped to their knees, muttering \"Black Sun, Black Sun,\" invoking the epithet of their demon god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, strangely, the human—barely half the size of the beast with a bull's head—looked just as massive in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps even larger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the eye, he seemed a moment away from being crushed, disemboweled, his insides spraying out as he was flung aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that never happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A metallic shriek echoed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream of clashing steel burst into a shockwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging that first blow, Enkrid immediately understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That's a knight's level.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn't they wipe out the demonic domain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was painfully clear: they lacked the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if humans awakened to Will and fought, the horrors lurking inside were simply too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This two-bladed Minotaur was one of those monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the clash, the beast and man distanced again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bipedal bull stepped back, dragging its right hoof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his sword diagonally, shielding his face—brief tension filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew the fight would resume in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight leaked over violet-drenched ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sun dipped behind the ridges, darkness crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like standing in a swamp all day: damp warmth clung to the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was summer, and this place bordered what people called the demonic domain—its humidity and discomfort made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Are we really not going to help?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman asked from the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seeing the creature made his skin crawl, goosebumps prickling all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt more threatening than the monsters in the Gray Forest back in Oara, even more so than that ghoul, Jericks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one roar had nearly stripped away his bodily control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he been the one facing it, he would've died on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That's a monster.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Enkrid alone wasn't right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought led to his question—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't. You'd just get in the way,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said without even glancing back, eyes locked on the two combatants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vicious swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearly undetectable presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairie and the rest—all simply watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman realized they weren't watching out of fear or concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one of them looked worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Frog beside him puffed up her cheeks, full of anticipation and glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman couldn't read her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no fairy companions or friends—fairies didn't usually follow others or travel in groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were rare in a place like Oara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman had heard fairies rarely displayed emotions, yet this one clearly showed excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same with Pel and Ropord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't sweat, but clenched and unclenched their fists, shifting their stances—like they were mentally inserting themselves into the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one doubted the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was written in their posture:If anything goes wrong, we'll jump in immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what lay beneath that readiness wasn't anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They werewaitingfor the man before them to show them something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that mood naturally seeped into Roman as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Just what is he going to do?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already stunning that he'd become a knight, but to command this much faith?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is this something to learn, too?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight Oara had always shown him her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even near death, she never strayed from the values she upheld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never broke her vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled as she left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman remembered her final battle against the Beelrog's fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, before his eyes, Enkrid overlapped with that image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oara…\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's Duskforged and the Minotaur's blade clashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground roared. It sounded like a rockslide tearing through the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust burst from the ground as violet soil scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman saw Enkrid's swordwaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That motion brought out a pulse, drawing Will from within and into the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the demonic domain, where moonlight failed to reach, light refracted from his blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exploded, painted streaks across the darkness like an artist's brush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without seeing every stroke, Roman was overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You could die at any moment.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Minotaur wield its blades reinforced that old truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's what he'd been told since before becoming a knight:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you take up the sword to live, don't forget you might die to a blind strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hrm-RAAGH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bull roared again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that cry was an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its savage killing intent took form, trying to crush his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pushed back with boiling Will, ignoring the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Minotaur twisted its waist and lashed out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a heavy, rapid slash—just like what Ragna would show during a charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blocked it with Duskforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the technique he called Wave-breaker, he twisted his body and rode the momentum, his body sliding to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tddddd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wavebreaker paired perfectly with the Sword of Coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, most sword techniques harmonized in some way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already concluded as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a thought he'd confirmed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bull's second sword came a moment later—reinforced with Will, it was so fast that even knight-level reflexes could barely track it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It passed through the space where Enkrid had just stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not dodged the first blow, the second might've been lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slash left a visible afterimage—like ink spreading through water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clean lines blurred and warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkridbecameone of those blurred lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his mind split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't loosen up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't stiffen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let yourself win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rigid thoughts mean rigid moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fluid thoughts breed fluid motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it's in your bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today's training builds tomorrow's self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he'd ever learned whirled in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he knew—right now, he could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara had shown him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had done it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once before, he had reached it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light touched his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will took form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the bull's blade struck, Enkrid twisted and unleashed a vortex slash—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spiral of light surged forth, cleaving the Minotaur's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged Duskforged down violently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackkk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster's thick neck bones snapped, skin and muscle tearing open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast's knee hit the ground first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped back and flicked the blood from his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black ichor splattered across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster swayed like a pendulum, then toppled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fall was as thunderous as its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark blood poured from its torn head and broken spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared at the corpse, mind already elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If I refine the applications of Will, I could teach them. And others could learn.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts settled into a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The start is bringing unconscious Will back into awareness.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was to give Will form—manifest it outside the body, through weapon or aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like he had now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Of course, mastering Will alone isn't enough.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without basic swordsmanship and dedicated training, that path is unreachable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proper technique and body training are vital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Without all that, the idea of manifesting Will is just a dream.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was slow to learn—he tested every path, confirmed every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That so-called lack of talent gave him one gift:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Careful observation, and deep insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was neither a long nor a short battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne was so thrilled she spread her four fingers wide and pressed them against her armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frog's heart thrashed wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grgrgrr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her puffed-up cheeks radiated her awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel unconsciously half-drew the Idol Slayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to fight him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone askedwhy, he'd reply—why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reasons didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply wanted to clash blades with what Enkrid had just shown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold it. Your turn is a long way off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel sensed the barbarian standing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to describe it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ferocious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like sticking your head in a lion's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our Lord…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin muttered a prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint form shimmered behind him—divine power taking shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't the only one stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, holding Sunrise, asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can wield it however we want now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A confirmation, not a question—he was asking about Will manifestation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Enkrid replied, casually wiping Duskforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're incomparable to when I first saw you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice held awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet,\" Ropord murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Fel burned with desire, Ropord realized just how far he still had to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wouldn't despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most here knew the road Enkrid had walked—starting from thelowestsoldier grade in Naurilia's system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His path was full of thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that exertion, sweat cooled his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around, seeing the corrupted villagers staring wide-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is protecting them the right thing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or should they all be cut down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'People slowly corrupted under a demon's influence.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that had happenedyet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe their violet skin would return if the influence were purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne would love this,he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dreamed of an elixir that could cure all illness—her eyes always burned at the sight of new diseases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside her, it was clear: Anne, too, deserved the title of \"madman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't expect repentance from these people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bound by the choices of their ancestors. It wasn't their fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many thoughts crossed his mind, but one stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can they be saved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only question he sought to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he failed, he wouldn't despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would try, however mad it seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a crossroads of two brutal options, Enkrid chose a third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode toward the village center—toward the symbol of the Black Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slain the demon's cleaner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at the idol with indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a god changes your mind and body…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then just change the god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a swipe, Duskforged cleaved the idol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden disc fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few villagers screamed, but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had severed the demon's symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Audin. Let's destroy the buried relic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…As you command.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would burn the demon's relic with divine fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village was now exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers, stunned, stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you going to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he planning to let monsters do the killing now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shepherds of the Wildernesshatedmonsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he used them as tools, Fel would leave—maybe even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid said the most unexpected thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From now on, this land is ours. I declare it a Border Guard fief.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was replacing the protector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If worshiping a demon was the problem—thenhewould become the symbol of the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an impossible idea for any ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd seen plenty of Enkrid's insane acts—but this one was on a different level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, what did he just say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Border Guard fief?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was basically part of a demonic domain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So instead of the demon, they're worshipping the captain now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that really how he interpreted it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, not exactly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to explain, but Audin spoke first, his voice wrapping around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Lord's blessing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He honored his leader's will with a serene smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In place of the Lord, he will stand as center.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that's not what I meant,Enkrid thought—but the words never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of eyes stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no interest in their survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was what Enkrid had just shown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village's representative trembled, appalled at the severed idol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the deed was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minotaur was slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joraslav knelt and bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Krais had seen this, he would've demanded an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Crang had been here, he'd probably click his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Enkrid wanted a throne, he might as well takehis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, Enkrid fully ignored the ferryman's intent and declared himself ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mission hadn't changed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If protecting them caused the problem—then remove the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My fiancé truly is a madman of a different caliber,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar said, echoing everyone's thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>",1988,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.107Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","ae25b442cf8972be982525194c9f352f0231e58ad01f242a0ea0bf973b7c3ed6","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-761","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-759",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]