[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-106":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Eternally Regressing Knight",{"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},963627,1263,"Chapter 106 - Dodge and Dodge Again","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>Chapter 106 - Dodge and Dodge Again\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the moment when Leona Rockfreed and Mathis, her bodyguard, parted ways near the walls of Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mathis, with his commanding presence, instantly drew everyone's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was deliberate—a display of raw intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hostility is a form of momentum. You can create it with your instincts. It's easy. Ah, but for someone like our squad leader, it might be a bit difficult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unhinged bastard Jaxen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words always cut deep, like his tongue had been forged in a blacksmith's workshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sentence of his was a sword in disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that Enkrid paid it much mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just dismissed him as a lunatic and moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, Jaxen's words weren't entirely wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had unlocked his instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dabbled with a similar kind of momentum during a mission to catch a cat, but mastering it was another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, however, he truly grasped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he relaxed his shoulders, it turned out to be easier than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he'd already put it to use when he warned Torres and Finn to tread carefully. His words carried a forceful intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Step aside. I'll draw their attention,\" Enkrid ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn responded first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of nonsense is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres followed, his tone sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them had known Enkrid for long enough to be bound by any deep camaraderie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't exactly the kind to risk their lives for each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rangers don't abandon their comrades,\" Finn growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That goes for me too,\" Torres added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, for some reason, both were unusually resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes gleamed with unwavering determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, you're both good people, Enkrid thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just get lost. You're in my way,\" he said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't have the time to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in another timeline, when he had tried to explain, they stuck to him like leeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why is he acting cool?\" Finn muttered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This crazy bastard?\" Torres bristled but still caught the meaning behind Enkrid's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was dead serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait at the farthest range. Once this is over, regroup. I have a plan—we can all survive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone carried the weight of a command, more effective than explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, Torres relented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See you later,\" Torres said, his words laced with double meaning before stepping aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn glanced back twice before following him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid watched them leave, he mulled over his next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they'd split off, every single spear-wielding enemy still needed to focus on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he ensure that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing back, Enkrid shouted at the top of his lungs, \"Roger! Take off your helmet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an outsider, the words would seem meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roger! The man who sent his hair to the heavens first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's voice boomed like a bard reciting a ballad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd learned about Roger's peculiarities across seventy-eight timelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although his grudge with Finn stemmed from other reasons, one detail about him stood out—Roger was the commander who never removed his helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nickname stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the top of his head to his forehead, a barren desert stretched across Roger's scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glaring weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you carry a wasteland atop your head?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had doubted whether this tactic would work at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But confirmation came easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another timeline, when he had been caught by Roger and managed to knock off his helmet, Roger's reaction had been explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bald?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words escaped Enkrid's lips, Roger's eyes had flared with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the current timeline, Enkrid needed to redirect Roger's wrath toward himself, away from Finn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran his fingers through his own thick, black hair, letting it cascade between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That damn bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger's eyes burned with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Enkrid were captured now, he wouldn't just die—he'd be tortured first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape was the only option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Finn and Torres retreated, Roger barked orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-nine spear-wielding soldiers charged forward, fueled by their commander's anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their frenzy, Enkrid knew Roger would soon divide his forces, targeting Finn and Torres if he didn't act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's about time.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if on cue, a bone-chilling howl echoed from the opposite side of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awooooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the light of the Dual Moon, the surroundings were illuminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other side, the figures of lycanthropic beasts became visible—wolves on two legs, sprinting with feral ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanthropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid exhaled, steadying his breath as he came to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to bind both the spearmen and the lycanthropes here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Look at me.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To unleash momentum was to channel a murderous intent through every fiber of one's being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the mindset of being able to cut down every last opponent in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grasped the hilt of his sword, slowly unsheathing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade reflected the moonlight as it emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a half-step forward, Enkrid conveyed his intent with his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approach, and you'll be cut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intangible pressure of momentum, killing intent, and will radiated from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers and the lycanthropes, drawn by that oppressive force, converged on Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all stood Enkrid, like a man embracing death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger was growing increasingly irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should have been a simple mission—capturing a wildcat-like woman—had become complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he give up now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the one who had killed his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, chase her down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Determined to see it through, Roger's anger boiled over when Enkrid's voice cut through the air once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From \"Take off your helmet\" to \"wasteland,\" the taunts pierced him like daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage surged, making his blood feel like it was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That son of a bitch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steeled himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he caught that bastard, he wouldn't let him die peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd make him beg for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, reason flew out of him, screaming at him to pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger himself took off running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howling of beasts erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Roger spotted the werewolf pack charging from the opposite direction, frustration surged through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddamn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had things ended up like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That damned bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of the one who mocked him as though reciting a poem about his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that jerk's ridicule, he'd lost focus for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger tried to steady himself by cursing at the werewolves he saw, but it wasn't easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how precious they were to that woman called Retsha or whatever her name was, they were just monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they formed a colony, a pack of Lycanthropes could be dealt with as long as they fought in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to shout orders when it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man he had been chasing suddenly exhaled sharply and stopped in his tracks, gripping his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that sword in hand, he spoke with his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with his killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come closer, and I'll cut you down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Roger, the surrounding world blurred away, leaving only the man holding the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was how Roger saw it, imagine how it felt to the other soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formation or not, the overwhelming presence forced the battle to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since no one had ordered them to halt, the spearman at the front simply acted as he always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If an enemy appeared, they fought—that was his role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrust!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged with his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The werewolf's claws deflected the spearhead just as it was about to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The discordant sound of the wolf's howl, claws, and the spear shaft reverberated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sound brought a cold sliver of reason back into Roger's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd attacked without forming a proper formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because he'd been impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was also because the enemy had mocked his weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the presence—that was an issue too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had spiraled out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaotic battle had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing to reach Enkrid was a werewolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its claws aimed for his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the creature's sweeping arm, Enkrid stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hoo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steadied his breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't endure this by gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From here on, it was like walking a narrow path between cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't afford any carelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistakes were not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what did he need?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boldness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart of the beast beat within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charging werewolf pack and the encroaching spear unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies surrounded him, closing in from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no reason to feel anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, wasn't this a battlefield he himself had created?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sharpened his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond his five senses, he reached into the realm of intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to avoid claws and spear tips flying from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping forward with his left foot, he swung his sword sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a powerful strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was enough to block the claws of a wolf lunging at him from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pivoting on his left foot, he executed a Northern-style passing step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, this would be followed by a heavy downward slash to break the arm or weapon of the enemy that attacked his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forward again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he ducked low as though folding his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf's claws grazed the air above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Enkrid's eyes were only half-open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone looked closely, they might say his eyes resembled those of a fish gasping on land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of concentrating on a single opponent, Enkrid had chosen a method to survive this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wider.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sharpened the blade of his concentration and spread it outward, encompassing the range of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome of a battle was determined by judgment, distance, timing, and position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he made decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gauged the distance to his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He measured the time it would take for their weapon to reach him and for his own sword to strike its target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took in his current position and where he would stand next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this, Enkrid danced alone in this chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang, clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, his blade met a werewolf's claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes a spearhead scraped past the side of his gambeson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were moments when claws brushed dangerously close to his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when an enemy tried to stomp on his foot, he merely gave them a light shove with his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It led to a soldier's dying groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A werewolf sank its teeth into the neck of a soldier who had been pushed off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered, leaving stains on the beast's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a werewolf lunged to bite his shoulder, he crouched to avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard the beast's teeth clack together as he stood and pushed it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that led to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear pierced the werewolf's belly, the very one that had targeted Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused solely on evasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Circling around the edges of the battlefield instead of staying at its center, he gradually slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the werewolves had to deal with the spear-wielding soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the spear unit had to fight off the werewolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this was clearly visible to Torres and Finn, who weren't far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That guy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's bat-shit crazy. Completely insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres and Finn alternated between speaking, unable to tear their eyes away from Enkrid's movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept dodging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he was struck by spear shafts, and claws occasionally raked across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he managed to avoid fatal injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And look at what he'd created in the center of the battlefield with just a few words and his commanding presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight between the monsters and the elite soldiers had devolved into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The humans are going to win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, elites were elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their formation had broken, groups of three or four banded together to watch each other's backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They recovered some of their stamina lost from the initial charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By forming shield walls and striking with spears, they fought back effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, Roger moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing three or four werewolves on his own, he killed one by driving his spear into its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switching to a short spear, he charged like a raging tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we leave him alone...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn could see him heading straight for Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't need to look closer to know his eyes must be burning with venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always flew into a rage when mocked about his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That crazy bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm going to help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn mumbled, and Torres declared his intent as though steeling himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, the enemy commander named Roger charged furiously, thrusting his short spear at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn let out a sharp cry as she watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, it looked like the spear had pierced Enkrid's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn. No, he dodged it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right—it was a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear shaft was caught between Enkrid's arm and side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dodged it by a hair's breadth, trapping the weapon with his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a narrow escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Torres, it seemed like a moment of life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>",2225,"2026-06-03T07:42:55.457Z","2026-06-03T07:42:59.781Z",1,"novelbin.me","6ba6f5ebd289bdaada0038a67c13fc10f5a7265d3a9ce1af4846de02903efa5e","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-107","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-105",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]