[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-322":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},964062,1263,"Chapter 322 -How do you block lightning?","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-322",322,"\u003Cp>Today repeated itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the ferryman watched or not, Enkrid remained consistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was always the same, unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was when he first grabbed a sword and set out as a mercenary, or when he had swung his sword at a tree after being beaten, nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, there was one difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he focused on had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he thought had improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword he held had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dream had come closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Enkrid was Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued to think relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do I block it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a question without an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was always the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was rare for Enkrid to come up with an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything around him suggested giving up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It urged him to settle for today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way to give up also came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the ferryman's trick, or was this how things always were? The method to get through today was never just one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I escape with everyone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if, upon waking up in the morning, he dragged his aching body and fled crazily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were several carriages at the Green Pearl Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he picked one and just ran off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the knights come to the border guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only show up in the evening, but if he ran away in the morning, could they catch him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they catch him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he didn't need to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wouldn't do that anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were plenty of ways to escape, and they were easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where would he go with that body? Even if Garrett caught him, it wouldn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should go back and rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have something to do right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could just say that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would dare say anything to the hero who led the battlefield to victory, the greatest achiever?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the fortress, there was already a subtle atmosphere of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Aspen withdrew, there would immediately be a party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would feast on meat and drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he look forward to such a tomorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Despair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman's words, which he had been muttering, stirred in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You cannot overcome it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman repeated the same words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a passing thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn't change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid continued to swing his sword in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought a solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I move back and let it slip?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could the sword shake and bend like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he make his blade meet that one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought of today's repeating curse as a privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain of death would be the same no matter how many times he experienced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he endured it for the thrill that came after the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he faced the knight's sword again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a day of intense focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, Enkrid could see more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For my honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was when the knight came and said, \"Just block it once, for my honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, everything in the scene seemed to break apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was partly due to the ominous shackles that had tightened around him when he first started today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sense of evasion was triggered to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That feeling pushed his focus to the highest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The blade?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he tried to move back and let it slip, the blade accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the blade accelerated, Enkrid saw something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clearly appeared like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he tilted his sword against the knight's blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a desperate effort, feeling as if his whole body's muscles were being torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so focused on the blade that he didn't see the knight's face, but there was a hint of surprise on the knight's face instead of the usual boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it disappeared quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the blades met, the knight's rugged sword split the dwarf forged gladius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weapon advantages?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And today repeated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, a slightly different strategy was added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he blocked with the gladiolus, he activated \"Momentary Will,\" even if his left arm muscles were torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of it was a gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will\" was, in the end, a force that came through the body of the person using it, a mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't something to do with a body that hadn't properly recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the muscles of his left arm tearing, but Enkrid pushed the spark in the direction he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight's sword trembled and bent, piercing his heart, but it didn't completely split it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little, but he bought himself some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, death was postponed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid staggered back and spat out blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, his body collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to reach the ground with his left hand, but his strength failed, causing him to fall forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to fall...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone caught him as he was about to hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down, he saw feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had supported Enkrid's body with her thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't repeat the same mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used his right hand to reach the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't have the strength to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood kept flowing from his mouth, the shock to his heart unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, something flew straight toward the knight's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword sliced through the tent's roof with great force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the tent tearing echoed as the blade in his hand was unleashed with terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, faster than an arrow, plunged from above to below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When asked, hadn't he mentioned lightning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade had become lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After infusing it with the \"Slash Will,\" he demonstrated the swordsmanship of the Northern Yohan family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Yohan family's sword technique: Thunderstrike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the sound coming from Ragna's blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the knight thrust his sword upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about the Thunderstrike?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This knight was no ordinary knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no stranger to manipulating \"Will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were things the knight could do that couldn't be achieved with just the fragments of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught Ragna's blade with the palm of his left hand and thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid took it all in with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't relax his focus for a second, determined not to miss anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter that his body was dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ah.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Enkrid could vaguely see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it seemed as though the knight's sword multiplied into dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid not only spat blood but also foamed at the mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Shinar, standing next to him, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fairies who lose their mates never forget their vengeance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, when did we become mates?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of relationship is this that we're talking about revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To joke in such a moment, this fairy would do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was stabbed and rolled on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fatal wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes had gone dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was punctured, but it was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais blocked Enkrid's path again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Dunbakel was with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Esther any different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, are these guys not planning to run away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was actually Ragna who had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was because he had tried a big technique in his excitement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, there was a change in the knight's body as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the gap between Krais and Dunbakel, Enkrid saw the knight inspecting his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from the shortsword dripped onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood also flowed from the knight's left hand, dropping onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood was a deep crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was I cut?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't be helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it contained Will, the opponent was still only an incomplete fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight was, after all, a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But could he cut through the palm infused with Will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this even be called cutting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I get cut?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight muttered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sound of shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether by misfortune or luck, Enkrid had to close his eyes right there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time he spent sacrificing his left arm had come to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to hold it in, but Enkrid let out a rather uncomfortable scream as he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, dying, waking, and starting today once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shaking blade, the bending blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all, the knight's appearance when facing Ragna was vividly etched in his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed his stance and footwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed the blade he wielded based on the opponent's skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid managed to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean by that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it normal to shout about something being good like a madman first thing in the morning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais asked repeatedly, but Enkrid was deep in his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an immersion like no other before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, did you hit your head?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You really seem to have injured yourself this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais muttered beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar, too, seemed to be thinking something similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already a strange person, but now he was getting even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that was part of his charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid went through a few more iterations of today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he began to sort out what he had realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the most recent \"today,\" he had seen something quite extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By chance, Ragna and Shinar attacked together, and the knight's sword, which faced them, cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword cried out, trembling and vibrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was called a Blade Echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was crying, and from the knight's two eyes, a visible white light poured out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the materialization of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoooo—thoom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight's shortsword literally drew white light lines to the left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trajectory of that light sliced through Ragna's sword in half and cut through Shinar's sword as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had been the first to attack, also temporarily gained a reprieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With an old shortsword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this level, it wasn't just skill—it was divine technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the Fairy's and Ragna's sword were cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a famous sword, and the other seemed like something that should never be cut, but both were split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a single spark flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Like cutting through a rotten branch.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it possible only with the power of 'Will'?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is 'Will'?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is willpower?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pondered but could not find an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts shifted to a more progressive and sound direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight had always killed Ragna, cut off his arm, or severed his leg, and muttered similar words several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shouldn't have rushed in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight coveted Ragna's talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid reflected on how Ragna faced the knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dug up the repeated 'today' in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Shinar's rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the death of Krais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Dunbakel's struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even revisited his own death and reflected on the knight's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmanship, swords, and struggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything tangled in his mind like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That place is a swamp; anyone who falls in cannot come out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman continued to try to drag Enkrid into some kind of abyss, but it was, of course, useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you in a hurry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Enkrid would ask first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On those days, the ferryman would shut his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always made Enkrid seem sulky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a frivolous thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it not be something difficult to fathom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the fifty-sixth 'today' passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How do you block lightning?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated and pondered, then asked Ragna and Shinar again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't let any day pass by without doing everything he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among those things, he had died multiple times after seeing the knight's sword curving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died seeing the sword tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks were severed, and the gladius was cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't see Blade Echo again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something luck and chance had to assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others, it would have seemed as though the goddess of fortune was stalking them, but Enkrid knew very well that he wasn't that lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he couldn't expect the same fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless it was pure chance, Ragna, Shinar, and he would have to cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But I don't like that either.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would have meant the death of a lazy or joking fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something he couldn't accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being allowed to live while watching someone else die was something he could not tolerate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But being pushed himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's better to bite the sword and charge in.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart and mind told him so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he swung his sword alone, agonizing and pondering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless pondering and consideration, and in that time, even advancing a fraction of a step, Enkrid's pondering returned to the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do you block lightning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Start by facing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something Ragna had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Enkrid understood it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have to see it to block it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, just react to the speed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something Shinar had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>React, then strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, you just have to will it.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ragna's final word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one word \"will\" encapsulated everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight's strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't it exhilarating?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words escaped his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt an unfamiliar exhilaration fill him in the repeated 'today.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall had come as the god of death, but the swinging sword became his own milestone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That milestone felt like light descending through a dark tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What seemed like pure darkness and despair to the boatman was, for Enkrid, light and exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another 'today' began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seventy-second, his body still a wreck, but as always, Enkrid moved his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Ragna strike with his sword, half-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Shinar's struggle over ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the boatman couldn't understand Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the repeated days, there were some where his confidence rose without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived through twelve more 'todays' after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword that couldn't be blocked, the knight's sword, was as such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ninetieth 'today,' the knight drew his sword and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he spoke to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't feel too happy about those words, but honestly, it would have been a lie if he said he wasn't proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, right now, he didn't feel anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a state of focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was always like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When facing the knight, he focused and immersed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slightest distraction would have his heart split without gaining anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, even though he felt like his mental strength was wearing thin, he couldn't let go of a single moment of concentration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the wall that had appeared as the god of death had acknowledged him, and that was something Enkrid would never forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight spoke of honor and of once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid exhaled and prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like it could be blocked, but it wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something must have been wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he reach the knight's level right here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a fragment of 'Will,' it couldn't happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment Blade Echo, the light, the knight's sword pierced through his heart without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ah.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was truly like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, lightning struck Enkrid's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow of lightning on his skull illuminated the path from today into tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------------------------Come Back Tomorrow for 3 more Chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For more Chapters, check out my ko-fi\u003C\u002Fp>",2613,"2026-06-03T07:42:59.781Z","2026-06-03T07:42:55.458Z",1,"novelbin.me","66cbc2bc719735d803b3899d6cf7f1177908b2f15597db518166469990be5286","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-323","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-321",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]