[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-614":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},964720,1263,"Chapter 614 - Profit and Amusement","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-614",614,"\u003Cp>Chapter 614 - Profit and Amusement\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike, slash, and strike again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s sword cleaved through, slashed apart, and crushed his foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to create an impregnable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he aimed to refine the method Enkrid had demonstrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though effective, Ragna wondered if it could truly be called sophisticated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Depending on the perspective, it might seem even more brutish—beyond just consuming Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s swordplay wasn’t insanely fast. As a result, the soldiers he broke and crushed were vividly imprinted in everyone’s sight. No, it wasn’t simply visible—it was as though someone had forcefully shoved the scene into their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get down. Or die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna spoke as he moved, issuing warnings between swings. These words were nothing less than death sentences for the enemy soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ridiculous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crusader, confident in blocking at least one strike, fell dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another crusader, the most skilled in shield-handling in the unit, also died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a junior knight who got caught in a passing slash perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier thought to himself,This is terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could consider not wanting to die or missing his mother, his instincts reacted to reject death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure terror consumed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus, a wall of fear was drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear became a wall that blocked their advance, creating an impenetrable barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Ragna’s impregnable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What... is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Müel was left speechless, his mouth agape in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among those who recognized the power, Will, and meaning imbued in Ragna’s swordplay, one couldn’t help but shout, overwhelmed by the display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done, brother! Allow me to show you something as well!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s display was a culmination of his honed swordsmanship, and Audin couldn’t contain his excitement upon witnessing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s sword answered the promise made before Audin’s return to measure his skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you still want to speak of training?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Ragna hadn’t meant it that way, it struck Audin as such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a step forward, the returning member spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Audin of the Madmen Knights Order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his tattered attire, such trivialities escaped notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His very presence and demeanor left a profound impact on everyone around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am but a humble servant, ashamed of this sight. Father, why have You allowed them to walk the path of corruption? I now send them to Your side. Please guide these lost lambs back to where they belong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his words, Audin strode towards Azratik.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance between them wasn’t great, and it closed to mere steps in no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik observed his approaching opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did his figure grow larger, but his presence also intensified with each step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For twenty years, his only rival had been Overdier, but now, one by one, individuals were emerging to challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man before him was one such individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura emanating from him spoke volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Azratik remained quietly within the Church, he would never have encountered this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To place what one desires on one side of the scale, one must balance it with something of equal value on the other.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering as he watched Audin approach, Azratik pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If what he desired was the passion he had long forgotten, what could he place on the opposing side of the scale?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the teaching of the God of the Scales. But wasn’t betrayal crossing a line?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If desperation drove him to it, could crossing that line be justified?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was all of this merely self-rationalization?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Enkrid discerned his inner turmoil, he would have nodded, telling him not to use such excuses to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you excited, old brother with a sick head?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s question came as he closed the distance, noticing Azratik’s expression resembled that of an eager child on the eve of a field trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik answered honestly, feeling the forgotten flames of passion ignite once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the battle he sought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposing side of the scale lay his reputation, his life, and even his betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he stood to gain was the exhilarating thrill of a life-or-death battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So am I.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparing to send Azratik to the God of War to account for his sins, this smile reflected Audin’s inherent kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the eye, Azratik ’s physique seemed about half of Audin’s, yet his aura was equally formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik moved his thick, long fingers gently up and down, stepping closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those very fingers, his weapon, had earned him the nickname \"Serpent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two now stood within arm’s reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin and Azratik touched the backs of their right hands together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an old habit from their days as unarmed warriors, marking the start of a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hands separated, and strikes and grabs flew between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the sounds were faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tak-tak, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise came from their hands and feet meeting, but their blows carried no damage as each deflected and redirected the other’s energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik attempted to useDivine Penetration, but Audin countered with the holy energy surging from within himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements, subtle yet profound, carried both attack and defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among those present, only those capable of sensing Will recognized the deadly nature of their exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had feinted a sweep at Audin’s ankle with his left foot, attempting to entangle and trip him, but Audin, reading the move, chose evasion over blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik realized that in terms of technique alone, there was no gap between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps... I’m slightly outmatched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found joy in that thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If technique faltered, what remained was pure power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whuaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik began emitting light—not the dull gray hue from before but a pure white radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was holy energy accumulated over decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While not infinite like the Will possessed by some, its sheer volume defied easy measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin shouted in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, was being read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik had avoided a feinting strike Audin had attempted with his hand, aiming to claw at his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azratik, instead of defending directly, countered by clasping hands to neutralize the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as they locked strength briefly, Audin recognized the unyielding force opposing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t overpower it with short bursts of effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light emanated from Audin’s body as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His light was more of a flash with a yellowish hue rather than a pure white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combined lights of Azratik and Audin made it difficult to immediately determine who had the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, this wasn’t a fight that could be decided in a short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, watching it all, recalled the conversation they had just had before the battle. It was a passing thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no guarantee that we’ll win, is there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before stepping in, Enkrid looked at the hand that had grasped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a hand formed out of words, but he couldn’t just ignore it and brush it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been from someone he considered a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah had approached him with these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely worried and concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed as though Noah was saying that if they were to truly be friends, he couldn’t just let it slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, to Enkrid, none of that really mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he understood Noah’s sincerity, he wasn’t about to listen to his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I might not have a great eye for strategy, but I understand that this isn’t something that can be solved by tactics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah spoke again, in a tone neither fast nor slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nameless crusader had said something similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a fight with a small elite force, victory would be ideal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if they somehow held out, if an army advanced, they wouldn’t be able to protect the monastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a paladin held off the small elite forces and the army made a direct assault, those who were meant to die would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an obvious outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And didn’t the ones standing there say that they would be able to handle that much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was blocked by the efforts of Ropord, Fel, Teresa, and Ragna’s sword work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah couldn’t know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was something that hadn’t even happened yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We could lose or even die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid acknowledged Noah’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a response born from understanding the meaning behind his words, not just the strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea that there’s no guarantee of winning meant there was a possibility of death or defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was uncertain, like dancing on the edge of a dangerous cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why go this far?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the man had only wanted to save the children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah’s eyes were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a light in them that couldn’t be seen in the eyes of the worldly priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the question of \"why,\" Enkrid thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the spirit of someone who would continue to show their determination even if they died and repeated today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments of crisis, Enkrid forgets the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something his companions admired most about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a madman walking solely toward tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do merchants embark on a journey when they might be struck by lightning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to think too hard, so Enkrid quickly answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Noah, it might have sounded like the words of a Cohen, one who seeks truth through scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike Cohen, the meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t walk the road if you’re afraid of tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, if you’re afraid of losing, you can’t wield a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you feared death, you wouldn’t dream of becoming a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, if you feared what came after, you’d have to turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The task was too difficult, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I ran away from here, what would happen if something like this happened again later?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke, still in his calm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with such ease that anyone who heard it would instantly believe he would never do such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you turn away once, you could turn away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you justify yourself once with an excuse, you could do it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One mistake doesn’t decide everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just that he didn’t like the idea of having an opportunity to correct it and not acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An uncertain tomorrow lay before Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he couldn’t do before because of his lack of strength, he could now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made him happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a thought that came after seeing Ropord’s actions, Ragna’s sword strikes, and Audin stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, it was a thought that came to him after seeing the man standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t they say there were only two paladins?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man wielding a trident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots made a clinking sound as they scraped along the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than the opponent approaching, it was Enkrid who stepped forward first, and as he did, the man lifted his helmet and set it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a helmet with a visor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a battle with a knight, the visor could hinder vision, making it disadvantageous to wear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man didn’t remove it for that reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you not wear your helmet? It’s best to match the conditions, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trying to maintain balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he wanted to fight under similar circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sensed an uncomfortable dissonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone, attitude, and the atmosphere all gave off a feeling, something almost instinctual, that this man might do anything, as long as it was advantageous to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like someone who had a different nature on the inside from what he showed outwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that’s the case, shouldn’t you change your weapon too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke, half in jest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suggested that if they were to maintain balance, they should at least have similar weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he looked at it, the weapon the man was holding seemed to be some sort of engraved weapon, and it wasn’t because of dust in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Changing weapons is excessive. The engraved weapon is like another version of myself. I can’t fight without it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent immediately refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone suggested it wasn’t even worth considering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared to be around the same age as Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least on the surface, he looked young, probably even younger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, with his luck from the goddess of fortune, appeared much younger than he really was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his twenties, he didn’t look this young, but now, after turning thirty, he often looked a decade younger than his actual age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Age aside, the opponent certainly didn’t look easy to deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent, after all, has nothing to do with personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something Enkrid knew even before becoming a knight, even before repeating today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May I ask something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was strange, almost like an old man’s, but it seemed more dismissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ah, it sounds like he’s belittling me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t think much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this wasn’t someone he was going to engage in a war of words with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you step forward?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, that question again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the follow-up, it was clear the reason wasn’t the same as Noah’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a question about why one would risk their life in an uncertain fight; it was pure curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t there nothing to gain from this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The constellation of Libra says that something must be placed on the opposite scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the man was willing to risk his life here, then there must be something on the other side of the scale to balance it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it be financial gain or something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trident wielder was simply curious about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded at the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a second reason he couldn’t tell Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he came here to gain something, but it wasn’t as if there was nothing to gain either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about saving people, but there was also a reward for this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small gain, but the ultimate reward was experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had learned that fighting opponents of equal or greater skill, or even monsters, had been a great help in improving his abilities since becoming a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the techniques he had learned and practiced, like cutting through walking fire, proved that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was just a minor benefit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were deeper reasons for his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Noah heard this, he would probably think Enkrid was out of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was that while Enkrid understood the value of calculating gains, it wasn’t the kind of thing that suited his temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It sounds like it could be fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other person tilted their head in confusion, questioning what he meant by that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was that important?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he really willing to risk his life for something like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear that their paths in life had been very different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt a sense of exhilaration, like the joy of growth, as he moved toward tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That very exhilaration had pushed him to wield his sword until the very moment of death, hadn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that was how it was for Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, the appearance of a strong opponent was a source of joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, while his motivation to step forward and protect people and the monastery was certainly genuine, it also had a personal element of interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though an unexpected opponent had appeared, it was this personal thrill that brought a smile to Enkrid’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that’s why you’re smiling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded again.\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>[SHOP BEST BUY] - 50e - Every Chapter translated - Latest WN-772 + daily Chapters from monday to friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[MEMBERSHIP TIERS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SQUIRE - Cost 10e - Next 40 Chapters of ERK + daily Chapters from monday to friday the following month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-KNIGHT - Cost 20e -s 740-772+ daily Chapters from Monday to Friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discord server - .gg\u002FsnCZVX3mr4\u003C\u002Fp>",2652,"2026-06-03T07:43:28.182Z","2026-06-03T07:43:31.295Z",1,"novelbin.me","de9bd0ff3f6fd7bdee192c17a29799f713bc0f98d3086ffef6b4558a79ef9500","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-615","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-613",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]