[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-537":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},964608,1263,"Chapter 537 - Corruption","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-537",537,"\u003Cp>Chapter 537 - Corruption\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar glanced at Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assessing his condition didn't require the keen senses of a fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's not dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna was leaning on his broken sword as if it were a cane, standing with one foot planted on the ground to support his weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were open, but they still appeared somewhat unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I try to kill him, he might still manage to black a few swings of her sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if projectiles came his way, Ragna could likely block one or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if an enemy with nothing left to lose hurled themselves at him, the outcome might be different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was a matter to consider only in dire circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unspoken, they had decided who would handle the enemy commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander had chosen to target Ragna first, effectively dividing their roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since he's alive, he should just rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ragna had died, Shinar would have been next to step in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights didn't double their strength by fighting side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proper way to fight was to adapt to circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Ragna appeared to be on the verge of death, he was still determined to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the enemies before her, they posed no significant threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy commander, however, rolled his eyes and made his move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No surrender! Kill them all! We will carve our names into the Hall of Honor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Aspen, the Hall of Honor stood as a monumental structure at the heart of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To have one's name engraved there was a prestigious achievement reserved for the dead who had sacrificed themselves for the nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Families of the honored received annual compensation, making it both a matter of glory and a means of ensuring their descendants' welfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by these motives, the enemy soldiers retrieved pouches hidden in their armor and poured the contents into their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the powder spilled onto the ground, but most of it mixed with their saliva and entered their stomachs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins bulged on their temples and foreheads beneath their helmets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the substance couldn't grant them the ability to useWill,it dulled their pain, suppressed fear, and temporarily doubled their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was \"Fury,\" a black-market drug designed to evoke pure rage and force out latent potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the homeland!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the soldiers, brimming with patriotic fervor, shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood vessels burst in his eyes, and crimson tears flowed down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others began bleeding profusely from their noses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five of them collapsed, trembling violently, unable to withstand the drug's effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest, however, charged forward, spitting blood and saliva, their eyes bloodshot with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people would quail at the sight of such frenzied attackers. Even the bravest might feel a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights were not devoid of emotions, so feeling at least some discomfort was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shinar wasn't fazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remained calm and analytical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't catch him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted to the retreating commander behind the charging soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hyaaaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of the blood-fueled soldiers charged at her, Shinar swung her leaf-blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura emanating from her weapon decapitated the soldier before the blade even touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Shinar had the skill of a knight, she knew it didn't make her immune to physical forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she allowed those brute-force charges to close the gap, even she might fall and sustain injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such an outcome was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even fighting with her eyes closed would lead to such a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a leap, Shinar soared like a butterfly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blade, resembling a leaf in motion, struck true, slicing necks and splitting skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved with precision, expending just the necessary effort to eliminate her targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the drugged soldiers charged at Ragna, only to fall before reaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Ragna behind to pursue the fleeing commander was an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar dismissed the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't afford to leave Ragna alone, even if he wasn't one to go down easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His condition was critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the wound above his eye wasn't treated quickly, he might lose the eye entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pragmatism and efficiency dictated her actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, Shinar slaughtered the frenzied soldiers while the commander escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm going to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korwin had been gifted with an extraordinary ability for insight since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost a supernatural talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few clashes, his intuition crystallized into one conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what he did, his death was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resisting any longer would only delay the predetermined outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korwin saw his fate, unchanging and fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His response, driven by terror, was to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a calculated decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against Rem, strategies based on foresight failed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That failure filled Korwin with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tactics worked against Barnas—why not against Rem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: Rem didn't think before attacking. He fought on instinct, making split-second decisions to always find the optimal path. That was his way of fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sling in Rem's hand whirled and the sound of splitting air intensified, it smashed the head of an assassin who had foolishly revealed themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this move eluded Korwin's perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is this possible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem didn't calculate trajectories or strategies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply threw the sling, aiming as the situation demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no elaborate plans—only immediate, instinctive judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an approach should be riddled with errors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans couldn't always make the right choices under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the red mist of a cursed dagger closed in on his back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, without thinking, raised his weapon to split Korwin's skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korwin barely managed to deflect the blow, reading Rem's intent in the fleeting moment before impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a red-eyed figure lunged at Rem, thrusting a cursed, curved dagger toward his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, imbued with a deadly poison, never reached Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectral wolf, white and legless, intercepted the dagger by biting down on its blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I never said I was fighting alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter if his choices weren't perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had something to fill in the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-eyed figure immediately released the dagger, twisting the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade glowed crimson, charged with energy, and was about to explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eat it, Cloud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Rem's command, the wolf swallowed the cursed dagger and darted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant explosion followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf dissipated briefly but reformed, slightly smaller than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved like a cloud, floating rather than walking, and its ethereal presence drew the attention of both Korwin and the red-eyed figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of their distraction, Rem flung his sling, drove his foot into the ground, and swung his axe downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sling shattered the skull of another assassin, his stomp broke the clavicle of an underground ambusher, and the axe cleaved toward the red-eyed figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the axe swung last, it reached its target first, slicing through the red-eyed figure's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korwin, watching from behind, had the perfect opportunity to strike Rem's exposed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, instead of attacking, Korwin fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll handle the front!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his retreat was accompanied by a pitiful deception—a feint to mask his cowardice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a being formed entirely of sorcery, a raw manifestation of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confronting it with more sorcery would have been a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Man, that guy is something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as Rem tried not to lose track of the fleeing figure's presence, it was pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected such a sudden retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the vigilance and preparation felt like a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no helping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What's done is done, he thought as he turned back toward the crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even with a favorable match-up, the result would have been the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had analyzed the source of his opponent's strength and considered the sorcerous dynamics at play before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the crimson-eyed knight, who had barely risen to knighthood by awakening and pacifying a sealed ancient spirit, couldn't comprehend the principles Rem referred to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Curse that bastard Korwin.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, watching Korwin flee led the knight to a stark conclusion: the situation was as hopeless as a ghoul's reproductive organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments like this, life or death came down to a single decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Leave it to me.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice that had tempted him all this time echoed again, a whisper from the ancient spirit within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, he would never heed such words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient spirit was a type of vampire, driven by a singular desire—blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a being consumed by insatiable hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when standing idle would only lead to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They said never to do this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though warned against it by Barnas, the crimson-eyed knight believed there was no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mortgaged a fragment of his soul to the ancient vampire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn't intend to go down without a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He aimed for a partial contract, sacrificing just enough to survive while preserving the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an arrogant gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once dreamt of subjugating the vampire's soul, eventually becoming an unprecedented knight who wielded the power of multiple ancient spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This body is mine now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the vampire's will took over his body in an instant, needing only a brief opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, this is the present world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire's voice rang out, speaking in a language Rem had never heard before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, it made sense—the language of the vampire's era had long since faded into obscurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire's crimson eyes shone brilliantly, radiating an eerie allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned to Rem, commanding with an imperious tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kneel before me, that we may see eye to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack! Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What nonsense are you spouting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire realized too late that its charm spell had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as it processed this fact, a massive axe cleaved its head in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The split head began to knit itself back together in grotesque fashion, sinews and blood vessels writhing to restore what was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a nauseating sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You insolent wretch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire raged even as its head was still reassembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many pieces can I cut you into?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem spoke coldly, swinging his axe again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe struck before the vampire could even raise its arm—a response far too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient vampire, even at full power, was only on par with a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having just seized control of a new body, it lacked mastery over its movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It needed time to adapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if it had fully adapted, the result wouldn't have changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap between them was simply too vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rem's axe danced through the air, the vampire couldn't utter another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its sharp tongue and fangs were shattered to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragmented into dozens of pieces, the vampire's remains writhed briefly before releasing a puff of gray smoke and dissipating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem wiped his axe clean in the empty air and muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foul thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his axe seemed unbothered by the ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his gaze toward the direction of the fleeing figure, Rem considered his next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had escaped, but the job was done for the most part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to decide—pursue the runaway or regroup with the commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--------------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you enjoy the series and want to get more Chapters early, head over to my kofi\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many thanks to azuring for proofreading the Chapter\u003C\u002Fp>",1878,"2026-06-03T07:43:25.394Z","2026-06-03T07:43:27.847Z",1,"novelbin.me","941476ddbdc5f2184d08848a3e905d84ed386c95a03e45bc3b20848599cb26a8","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-538","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-536",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]