[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-33":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},963704,1263,"Chapter 33 - The Objective","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-33",33,"\u003Cp>Chapter 33 - The Objective\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emerald-green eyes of the company commander gleamed with curiosity as she listened to the squad leader's report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With just ten men?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The events involving other squads during the reconnaissance mission were relatively uneventful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only notable incident was an encounter with an Aspen infantry reconnaissance team on the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of engaging in combat, the two sides simply kept their distance and parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't unusual to run into Aspen reconnaissance units on the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was expected that they'd be operating as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it was stranger that they'd only crossed paths once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, what Enkrid's unit had accomplished was on an entirely different scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had set up an ambush in the tall grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were up to something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discovering such intel was understandable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to infiltrate the enemy lines with just ten soldiers and set their camp ablaze?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of lunatic is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of all this was Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during the previous assassination incident, the same name had surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever things seemed to go awry, there he was, the squad leader named Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should this be dismissed as mere bad luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for someone supposedly cursed by misfortune, he was remarkably resilient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that, he often achieved unexpected results—if not outright success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't it because of that squad leader's endurance during the assassination attempt that the target could be protected?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feat of infiltrating enemy lines and gathering information alone warranted more than a hundred commendations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, that seems to be the case,\" the squad leader replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten men had infiltrated enemy lines, and while five had perished, the remaining five returned with unbelievable achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't some elite unit trained by the Cypress Division but a reconnaissance team led by a mere lowest-ranking soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company commander couldn't help but feel intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Enkrid, Enkrid.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of lunatic was he really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skills were average at best, so how was this possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She decided there was no need to overthink it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could only be attributed to luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, what else could explain it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he had memorized the enemy's positions as if he'd walked into their commander's mind, which was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hypothesis was even more implausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea that Enkrid could be a spy trained by the Aspen Principality was a more plausible theory—but it was just as ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of idiot would train a spy to be a mere squad leader with mediocre skills?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I summon the squad leader to confirm the facts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he's stupid enough to lie about something like this, he'd already be dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company commander leaned on her fist, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader named Enkrid might just be lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what were the Aspen forces aiming for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, she needed to inform the battalion commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the proper course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her decision made, she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who had chosen this idiot to lead a squad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shoved the fool aside and said, \"To the battalion commander's tent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, reporting this incident took priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no skirmishes, no tasks to occupy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both armies were locked in a standoff, glaring at each other from their respective positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors began to circulate within the unit that this might be how the war would end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, that's likely. Winter's coming, and these plains battles rarely conclude quickly. They'll probably pick it up again next year,\" said Krais, his sharp ears picking up bits of gossip and piecing them together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, however, didn't care about Krais's chatter or the rumors themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea of this battlefield repeating itself year after year, or that Aspen and Naurilia had once been allies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is so damn boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent his time sharpening his axe and juggling it for entertainment, but the monotony remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was going out of his mind with boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else seemed to have something to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you crazy? That price for cigars? Did an arrow pierce your brain or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Eyes was busy hawking goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With income likely to dwindle after the battles, he claimed he had to make the most of it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a hardworking soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? You arrowhead like bastard?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, some fool would glare at Big Eyes, mocking his small stature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had taken up the hobby of intimidating such fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single gesture—licking the edge of his freshly sharpened axe—was usually enough to end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that the axe was overly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were honed to the point of slicing at the slightest touch, the edge would chip easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without magic or a craftsman's touch, this was the best maintenance method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, licking it wouldn't actually cut his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Come to think of it, my helmet did take an arrow in the last battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fool backed down quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, cigars are hard to come by. How many boxes did you need again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais raised his voice, fully embodying the role of a shrewd merchant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the sneaky stray cat-like Jaxen wandered outside instead of sticking to the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The religious zealot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was busy praying with an unsettling fervor, often banging his head on the floor with a grim expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And always muttering, \"Oh, father, grant me answers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy reeked of a mad zealot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him was enough to put anyone off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lastly, there was Ragna, who spent his time either staring blankly or sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't he bored?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he spend all day zoning out or napping?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the captain absent, this is just too boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grumbled internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even wondered if the squad leader might have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reconnaissance missions were dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the captain had improved a lot, by Rem's standards, his skills were still embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be a shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A big one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have I gotten attached?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what Rem had observed, the man was too valuable to let die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But following him around to protect him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That'd be ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was he, anyway?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a random person he'd taken a liking to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A random person I like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he thought about it, people like that were rare in Rem's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, he'd like him to return alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he was anxious about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader wasn't someone who'd fall to weaklings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in these idle thoughts, Rem could no longer sit still in his boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the squad leader was dead or alive, he needed to fix the monotony of the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you feel like dying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem decided on a simple solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked Ragna, who was lying down idly, and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stared up at him with a look that seemed to say, \"What the hell is wrong with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have a death wish?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna sounded serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm bored. Let me crack your skull.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more words were needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen briefly glanced at them as he passed by but ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zealot continued his bizarre prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais was elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them agreed and headed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light clash of axe and sword signaled the start of their duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, they began to swing their weapons at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem's arm swung powerfully, his axe descending with terrifying force. Ragna dodged the blade, twisting his body as he thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thrust far sharper than the countless attacks he'd shown before, aimed straight for Rem's abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem pushed himself backward with a powerful leap, landing with a thud that left a clear footprint where he had stood moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone with a discerning eye had witnessed this exchange, they would have been astonished by the level of skill on display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid arrived just as the two combatants reached the climax of their battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An excited soldier shouted, his voice carrying over the growing crowd that had gathered to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad was known as troublemakers, and for good reason. They were a collection of individuals with all sorts of issues. But why did the unit keep such a troublesome group? The answer was simple: their undeniable skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two of them now displaying their talents, it was no surprise this had become a spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword and axe collided, sending up a cloud of dust around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the swirling debris, neither took their eyes off the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe blade, which seemed to fall from above, suddenly dragged along the ground, scattering bits of stone as it went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna avoided the sweeping axe with a downward slash of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword's trajectory was so fast it was invisible, yet in the blink of an eye, the blade was at Rem's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, the axe and sword met, sparks flying as they clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbelievable,\" muttered the Second Platoon Leader of the Fourth Company, clearly impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a casual observer could tell their skill was leagues above his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other soldiers who prided themselves on their abilities also found themselves humbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were a few who had aspired to advanced ranks, now realizing the gap in their skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, however, misjudged what they saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I could handle that.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I would've ended it already.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such thoughts stemmed from the mistaken belief that this display was the entirety of their abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, his eyes wide as he watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chatter around him faded into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus was entirely consumed by their movements, their weapons, and the flow of the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so engrossed that sweat dripped down his nose, his entire body drenched just from observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, watching alone can foster growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unintentionally, Enkrid realized something in this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This approach won't work anymore.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every person has a form that suits them, whether in swordsmanship or physical training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had something others lacked: the curse of repeating days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless walls described by the ferryman without eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, ordinary methods of training or discipline were insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed something new, tailored to his circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he observed the axe and sword wielded by the two before him, the method began to take shape in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excitement and revelation came swiftly, only to cool just as quickly, like water poured over a boiling pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the sparring match—not quite a duel—Enkrid had to admit the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never drawn out such skill from either of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Rem nor Ragna had ever shown this level of intensity during their training with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just their power or speed; it was their expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was smiling, his face radiating pure enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, too, looked animated—a rare sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many \"todays\" had he repeated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many times had he skirted death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, in this moment, he could not hope to face either of them seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his current standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were one to give up so easily, he wouldn't have started down this path in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he found it thrilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now had a clear goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That expression.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he continued watching, he resolved to one day see them make those faces while fighting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The determination felt deeply satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new path had appeared before him, and he had the time to walk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy he felt was beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ring!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe and sword scraped against each other, producing an eerie sound as both fighters pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat poured down their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads of it rolled down Ragna's brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem exhaled heavily, then grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For someone who sleeps all day, you're not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna scoffed at the remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And where do you get off evaluating me, you brute who bullies weaker opponents?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their sharp words, they both lowered their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood each other's state without needing to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any further would turn into a fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although both had been fired up, this wasn't the moment for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had spared some strength for this sparring session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while fighting, they had noticed a familiar face among the spectators—Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign of their control and awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enjoying the show? If you're going to stick around, why not spar with me?\" Rem suddenly quipped, causing the crowd to quickly disperse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left standing amidst the scattering onlookers was none other than Enkrid, looking disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem greeted him warmly, while Ragna acknowledged him with a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid had returned safely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the red-haired Jaxen emerged, groggily running a hand through his messy hair, and Krais rushed toward the squad leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've returned?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Squad leader!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our lord has blessed us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the religious squad member acknowledged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were six of them in total—the full extent of what should have been a ten-man squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rejoining his group, Enkrid announced his return.\u003C\u002Fp>",2161,"2026-06-03T07:42:59.504Z","2026-06-03T07:42:55.457Z",1,"novelbin.me","ad30539d852dde8b9f2f026ebbb056253a99cdc2fca013340ab06080e856369f","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-34","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-32",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]