[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-35":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},963706,1263,"Chapter 35 -Genuine joy","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>Chapter 35 -Genuine joy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The troublemaker squad members were all highly unique individuals, but they shared a common trait: a general lack of interest in their surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Ragna stood out even more, being the type who neither paid attention to others' gazes nor cared much about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A life of half-hearted eating, fighting, and living.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna lived such a carefree life, often accompanied by an abundance of sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given this, Enkrid had been quietly surprised when Ragna volunteered to join the reconnaissance unit not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna volunteering to scout?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has our lazy squad member changed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was capricious, acting on whims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he had been caught up in the mood at that moment, he probably would have backed out in less than half a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this, Enkrid hadn't sent him out anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't for nothing that Enkrid often handled the troublesome tasks for the squad himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna's personality was, in many ways, the complete opposite of Enkrid's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna generally lacked enthusiasm, while Enkrid was the type to dedicate himself to honing his swordsmanship down to the last second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Ragna did occasionally wield his sword—sometimes sparring with Rem, as Enkrid had observed after returning, and at other times performing well on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, on such occasions, Ragna would often mutter, \"It wasn't intentional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this about Ragna, Enkrid found it curious that he was showing interest in him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why the sudden change?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare occurrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna might occasionally ask questions or make demands, but he had never shown this kind of persistent observation or meticulous preparation before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lowered the hand that had been scratching his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the squad, Rem was relatively active, but even Rem engaged with people only within certain boundaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up close, it became apparent that Rem was the type who wouldn't let others cross into his inner circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, such guardedness made Rem even more challenging to deal with than a laid-back person like Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Rem at least spoke his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, on the other hand, rarely said even the necessary things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Ragna was asking questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone made it intriguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid met Ragna's gaze, their eyes locking in silent understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet stillness stretched between them before Enkrid tilted his head upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was clear, without a single cloud in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a stretch of frequent rain, the vibrant, cloudless sky was a refreshing sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made his chest feel open and free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he gazed at the sky, Enkrid's thoughts about why Ragna was acting this way, what reasons might lie behind his questions, and whether his guesses were correct, all vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set aside his concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A question had been asked, so he would answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He applied the same principle to swords and people alike—always giving his all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since when have I even worried about such things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when giving his all, his goals remained distant, leaving him constantly yearning for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had asked why he went to such lengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely about the constant sword practice, his relentless refusal to cut corners, or his unwavering determination despite his meager skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Enkrid answered with a question of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I were good with a sword, what do you think would've happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing outside the temporary camp, with sunlight wrapping around them, Ragna's gaze lingered on Enkrid's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What could I have become if that were the case? What might have been possible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's voice was fluid, like a well-tuned instrument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least to Ragna, it sounded that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't heated with passion, nor was it tinged with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was calm and steady, as if reading a storybook to a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wield a sword to survive. But that's not the life I want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, Enkrid swung his sword—a vertical slash from top to bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced the air, releasing its distinct metallic scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield's aroma, mingled with steel, tickled Ragna's nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid continued his training, unfazed by whether Ragna was there or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He practiced swordsmanship: top to bottom, bottom to top, diagonal, then horizontal slashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagining a phantom opponent, he mimicked binding swords, pulling them in, and delivering a backhand strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna watched the squad leader intently without responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, the lowest-ranked soldier of the Naurilia Kingdom, knew that the squad leader's skills were above the bare minimum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't make him a top-tier swordsman or warrior either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he joined the mercenary world now, he would barely rank as slightly above average.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a mercenary, being average was hardly exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having been deeply involved in the mercenary world before, Ragna understood this well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to swords, Ragna possessed innate insight rivaling that of a Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assessed the squad leader's skills and saw his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foundation was flawed from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should have focused on the basics when first picking up a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lack of talent had stripped away his opportunities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid said, his skills, honed for survival, were holding him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the squad leader's abilities, only two stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was what the barbarian Rem had taught him—it was rough, but effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was a sudden improvement, marked by a powerful thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond those, his skills were riddled with shortcuts born of inadequate fundamentals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These shortcuts were the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, fully aware of this through his insight, chose to address a different concern instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you get better with a sword, then what will you do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stopped swinging his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The droplets soaked into the dry dirt beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the sunlight, with sword and wind surrounding him, Enkrid spoke a dream he had repeated to himself countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to be a knight—a knight who charges toward the end of the battlefield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was an obvious question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna could see the path ahead clearly—a road where the destination was visible even without experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But could such a road be enjoyable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even upon reaching the destination, if there was nothing to do and nothing to desire, there would be no will to walk that path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a wanderer, seeing the destination and path yet unwilling or unable to walk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do I need a reason to want that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his dream, his romance, his life, and his past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also the dream of his youth, when he had been captivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had repeated it countless times over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for a reason to want something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean he planned to end it as just a wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to live according to what I believe is right. To draw my sword for the poor and sick, for honor, and for the people I love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does it mean to be a knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it merely a killing machine, skilled in death and combat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights were often described that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specialized weapons of war meant to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the knight Enkrid dreamed of were just that, he wouldn't have continued wielding a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight was someone who expressed their will through their sword with honor and faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword imbued with chivalry, something most had forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Enkrid thought of Krang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did his words carry such weight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did they draw everyone in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Enkrid felt he understood a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was sincerity, the genuine heart behind the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Enkrid spoke with all his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This revelation struck Ragna deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he didn't show it outwardly, so Enkrid remained unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna asked himself a question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he need a sword if he wanted to live by what he believed was right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was simple—without strength, it would be hard to realize his beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lingering emptiness had always gnawed at his heart, the source of his helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, as he conversed with Enkrid, a different kind of flame began to burn within him, replacing his sense of powerlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cradling the flame that had ignited in his chest, Ragna sank deep into thought, sitting down on a patch of grass on the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does it mean to be a knight? What is a sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the questions cascaded, he arrived at a conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won't know unless I walk the path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a reason to tread the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, meanwhile, left him alone and resumed swinging his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence between them was filled only by the sound of the sword slicing through the air, the sky, and the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint, the distant noise of soldiers in camp could be heard, but otherwise, the quiet was unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence didn't last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want to learn the sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna spoke while staring blankly at a sharp stone embedded in the ground nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid froze mid-thrust, sweat scattering in the air, his gaze fixed on the tip of his sword. Without moving, he replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was calm and straightforward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Enkrid, it was natural to seize an opportunity to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was startled by his own words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did I say that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly realized the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of it was the desire to show the right path to the reckless squad leader before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other half was for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the squad leader is around...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unconsciously found himself moving with greater vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Enkrid live his life was a source of stimulation for Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna needed that stimulus—something to push him along the long and monotonous road ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the squad leader's presence was that stimulus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Enkrid around, Ragna would find himself awkwardly but earnestly training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Enkrid grow and improve ignited a vitality he hadn't felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sparred with the squad leader, volunteered to take on reconnaissance, and even warmed up alongside Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were rare occurrences for him—at least, they had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he wondered: what would happen if he taught the squad leader?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an action motivated more by self-interest than altruism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, for his part, didn't question the offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's with him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn't asked for help or training, yet here Ragna was, offering to teach him swordsmanship out of the blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When learning theHeart of the Beastfrom Rem, Enkrid had badgered him endlessly to the point of annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same had been true when he learned from Jaxen. He had always been the one to take the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching Enkrid for several days, Ragna had approached, asked a few questions, and then offered to teach him the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw it as a great opportunity, so he didn't bother questioning the reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, after all, had never spoken about swordsmanship outside of sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, when it came to swords, was like a ravenous wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pressed Ragna with countless questions and attacked with relentless fervor during their duels, only for Ragna to dodge his inquiries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, however, Ragna was suddenly offering to teach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna dusted himself off and stood, his lips moving as if carefully choosing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lowered the tip of his sword, patiently waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he waited, Rem's words surfaced in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teaching the sword isn't really my thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was skilled not just with the axe but also with the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had witnessed him effortlessly cutting down and stabbing foes with it numerous times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I swing it purely by instinct. Teaching something like that doesn't make much sense. You'd be better off learning in a more structured way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn't seemed like an excuse to avoid teaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did it seem like Rem was withholding knowledge out of selfishness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were the case, he wouldn't have taught him theHeart of the Beasteither.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Enkrid had simply let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he mused, Ragna finally spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That thing you learned from the savage about a beast's guts or conscience...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Heart of the Beast.How did that turn into \"beast's guts\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Rem had heard that, he'd have probably swung his axe on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the thrust.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna continued, meeting Enkrid's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anything other than that, you'll need to rebuild from the beginning. Can you handle that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid tilted his head, momentarily unable to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In other words, you'll need to strengthen your fundamentals. Are you willing to start from scratch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna only knew one way to teach and learn the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary sword style of Valen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what anyone said, it was a solid technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you keep using that style, you won't be able to improve much beyond your current level.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna elaborated, his explanations clumsy and vague, but Enkrid quickly grasped the core idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came down to this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current approach had clear limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still improve with his current training, but progress would be slow, and he wouldn't break through his barriers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he asked why, Ragna explained it was because he had learned too many disparate techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The issue is that your fundamentals are lacking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this surprised Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at training halls where he'd paid silver or gold coins, instructors always emphasized the importance of basics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent considerable time honing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflecting on it, he realized the criticism wasn't entirely off the mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd never had time to solely focus on fundamentals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he'd practiced what he considered the basics—slashing and thrusting—on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had been the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief moment of enlightenment struck him, filling him with elation that resonated through his entire being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now, he could see the path ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the wall and darkness that had always loomed before him remained, a crude but clear path had opened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This exhilaration was incomparable to anything else in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his hands shook, Ragna spoke cautiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it's time to choose. Will you start anew, or will you settle for what you have?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna believed Enkrid would give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, starting from scratch meant discarding everything he'd built so far and rebuilding from the ground up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would effectively reduce him from a mid-tier mercenary to a novice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he endure that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially as someone who lived by the sword on the battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he had multiple lives to spare, it seemed impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he wanted to, it wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the heat of battle, he would instinctively revert to what was familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll need to wager a few lives to make it work,\" Ragna added, his voice gruff but tinged with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unclear response prompted Ragna to look at him questioningly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid finished his thought aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll start anew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you serious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn't a shred of hesitation in Enkrid's answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had been trembling moments ago, seemingly in frustration, despair, or hopelessness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's reaction was the exact opposite of what Ragna had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuine joy radiated from him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2542,"2026-06-03T07:42:59.504Z","2026-06-03T07:42:55.457Z",1,"novelbin.me","406ca94296bda6df0ffb5a6eea239ee221440a405acff25548e3b27bcf2776e2","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-36","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-34",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]