[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-692":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},964877,1263,"Chapter 692 - 691 - Something’s off","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-692",692,"\u003Cp>Chapter 691 - Something’s off\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A relic?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from the name attached to the sword, he could tell it wasn’t an ordinary item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard that Ragna had come to retrieve it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also knew it was in the possession of the family head and that Ragna had asked for it, though he doubted the head would hand it over so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what he could infer, obtaining this so-called \"Sunrise\" required proof of something or the fulfillment of certain conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was clear just from observing the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If Krais were here, he’d be making a fuss, demanding to at least get a look at it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious that this wasn’t something a few gold coins could buy a glimpse of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is a family heirloom, passed down for generations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And you plan to take this heirloom and return to Border Guard?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna didn’t hesitate for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was no different from when he had first said \"sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was well aware that his personality was a bit unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more stubborn and straightforward than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To some, that eccentricity might even make him seem like an odd person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’But not as bad as this guy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was sheer madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would allow him to take a family heirloom and walk away with it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, Enkrid’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, noticing the look, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That look is unpleasant. Why are you staring at me like you do at Rem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, water splashed over Ragna, soaking his hair and shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already removed his clothes, scooping water over himself as they talked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did the same, pouring water over himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark, murky water flowed down his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been too long since he last washed properly, and the refreshing sensation was welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think about what you just said.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna responded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t see any problem with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid started to shake his head but stopped and muttered wryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A madmen’s order, filled with madmen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Ragna might have let such remarks slide out of sheer indifference, but the current Ragna was searching for what he would leave behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t let mistaken words pass unchallenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he didn’t care about anything, there were still things he couldn’t ignore—words that stuck in his mind, gnawed at his thoughts, and refused to be let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what Enkrid had just said was exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ragna did what he had learned to do—he provoked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t that name because our commander goes around breaking women’s hearts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s gaze shifted to the weapon propped against the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light warm-up after a bath would be just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna leaned against the edge of the large wooden tub, tilting his chin upward in mock arrogance as he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least our commander has left behind one legendary tale—shattering the hearts of countless women.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he wasn’t Ragna’s mother, Enkrid found himself somewhat impressed by his growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s gotten better at provoking people.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t mean his sword skills had improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Ragna remain unscathed before waves and flashes of steel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was now a good time to test what he had realized on this journey?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Yes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no particular reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just felt like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objectively, it was madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had told them to wash up before dinner, so he should restrain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, hadn’t he just been reminded of Ragna’s father and mother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it crudely, his blood was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lifted his submerged hand from the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made the water his sheath and his hand his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers straightened, tensing, forming the shape of a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Droplets scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy steam pressed down the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cool current slipped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid slashed downward with his hand, carving a line from top to bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You crazy bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna muttered part of his thoughts aloud as he raised his hands to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water splashed in all directions from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna saw Enkrid’s burning blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why attack suddenly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He neither wanted to ask nor cared to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had always done things like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely why Ragna liked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had changed now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lived each day as if he might die tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way of looking at life was one of the things Ragna had learned the most from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’A day not wasted, no matter the situation.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the kind of life he sought now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What do I want?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t find the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But should he stop just because he didn’t have an answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don’t know, then just keep moving forward. Do what you can do now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what Enkrid always said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with words, but through his actions, his attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna accepted that message and responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s paint this bath crimson.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smirked and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With your blood?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, expressionless, denied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud and chaotic bath time came to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing up, Ragna shook out his dust-covered clothes and set them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An attendant placed clean clothes before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were told to wash up—what exactly did you two do in there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Grida wrung the water from her damp hair, she made a comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her perspective, it was only natural for such a remark to come up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s forehead hair had been cut as if torn, and Enkrid had taken a bad hit to the cheek, leaving a bluish bruise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Conversation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Splashing around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their answers were different, but there was no need to ask further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave a vague response while checking the clothes he had on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore gray trousers made with a firm outer fabric and a softer lining, along with a stiff beige shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of his equipment—his gauntlets, gambeson, and a green vest crafted by a Druid artisan of the Fairy race—he had packed separately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also carried his sword belt and weapons as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he never parted from them, Grida had no reason to comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, carrying swords in Yohan was commonplace; no one would think twice about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when cooking, the people here carried twin swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn’t it be only natural for a guest to wear one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne, too, had changed into a loose-fitting dress-like outfit, carrying only a single bag that reached her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to tie up her wet hair, she shook it out and let it fall to her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running her fingers through it a few times, she took a steadying breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come here with a purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That purpose would be brought up at the dinner table, which made her nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida once again led the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they headed toward the dining area, the rich and slightly tangy aroma filled their noses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having gone without a proper meal for some time, they were looking forward to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon entering, Enkrid tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the people seated at the large oval table, one familiar face stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been so long that he had forgotten the name, but the face was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid racked his brain for the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ray?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man also recognized Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened momentarily before he furrowed his brows and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I never told you my name, Border Guard Enkrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was initially startled, the absurdity of the statement made him respond instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown eyes, an ordinary appearance—this was the man who had once visited the Border Guard wielding a rapier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even told Enkrid to follow him back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp, slanted eyes were memorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gave him a fierce look, yet overall, he had a strangely gentle impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid recalled his face, he also remembered the man’s long arms and swift swordplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid casually raised his right hand in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t recall us being close enough for such a cheerful greeting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the man’s perspective, it had been a long time as well, so the fact that Enkrid even remembered him was remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really? My memory’s a bit fuzzy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke honestly, causing the man to purse his lips for a moment before responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, I suppose one could forget.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had already heard news about Enkrid, so he was only surprised to run into him here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why are you here?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That question crossed his mind, but he already knew about Enkrid’s rise to knighthood and his accomplishments afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I thought half of it was exaggerated.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet seeing him in person now, he realized otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, in itself, was fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he had anything to say about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, not everything in life goes as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prided himself on his ability to predict and deduce outcomes, but he never considered himself a prophet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Still, this is unexpected.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t just any knight—he seemed to be of quite a high level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the man lacked the insight to gauge just how skilled he truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was simply the limit of his perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that everyone’s here, let’s eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So the son who left long ago has brought guests.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of one of rapier wielding man swept over Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Was he a child of the Yohan family?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, his talent had been evident even back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He followed the son here, huh.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the reason was unclear, the circumstances made it easy to guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speculation aside, various thoughts flickered through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, no one can predict how life will unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had once thought that a certain someone—full of dreams and romantic ideals—would soon find those dreams crushed and drown in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never did he expect to see that person sitting at this table today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know each other?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s mother stood to greet the guests, asking the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He stayed at Border Guard for a while and tried to recruit me back then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, summarizing the memory concisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s just what he does.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra remarked nonchalantly and gestured for them to take their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head sat first, followed by the sharp-eyed man, Ragna across from the family head, then Anne beside him, with Enkrid next to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida sat next to Alexandra, while Magrun was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid took his seat, he asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you say ’that’s what he does’...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had no reason to hide his identity here, nor did he see a point in doing so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m a recruitment officer for the Empire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A recruitment officer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I travel the continent, scouting those with exceptional talent and offering them special opportunities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recalled the moment when this man had once asked him to come along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing possible misunderstandings, the Imperial recruitment officer spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The offer I made to you wasn’t for your combat skills—it was to be my successor. I saw that you had a sharp mind and a talent for handling people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a knack for anticipating what others wanted to hear, it was no wonder the Empire had given him the role of a recruitment officer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had answered Enkrid’s unspoken question, even revealing his honest thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By clarifying that he hadn’t made the offer based on Enkrid’s combat potential, he ensured there was no room for misinterpretation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, however, hadn’t expected anything in the first place, so he simply let it slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had known long ago that he was talentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day he first held a sword—another day when a prodigy child had put a hole through his stomach—had already made that clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interesting connection. Let’s eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the house made the suggestion, and no one particularly stood on ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid first tore into a well-roasted turkey leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grida, on the other hand, sprinkled powdered seasoning on her portion of the meat before eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he savored the rich juiciness of the turkey, Enkrid observed Grida’s method and mimicked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was a northern custom or something unique to Yohan, he couldn’t tell, but it was a way of eating lamb with a powdered seasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powder was a blend of various spices, carrying a mix of spiciness, sweetness, and a tangy kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meal, in general, was generous in portion and centered around meat—a logical diet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yohan family was known as a place where people spent their days swinging swords, training relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he seen it on the way here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lived in stone buildings, each with a personal training ground in front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before the castle, there was even a large open field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like they all gather there to spar as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were even lurking around with dull practice swords, showing their interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given this lifestyle, it was natural for them to prefer a meat-heavy diet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean the meal was unbalanced, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also dishes like mashed egg salad, greens dressed with olive oil and vinegar, and cheese scattered across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t alcohol, but it’ll give you a kick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna handed him a golden-hued drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid swallowed the liquid from the copper cup, a sharp tang instantly hit his nose, almost invading his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the bold flavor of wild berries spread throughout his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s made by diluting and aging vinegar extracted from mountain raspberries. A rare taste to come by.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a drink made exclusively from yellow raspberries that grew only on the cliffs of the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mentioned that I came here with an important proposal, but I see you’ve brought an outsider.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recruitment officer, who had barely touched his food, spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They can hear this as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the house responded immediately, casually wiping his mouth with a napkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you certain?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recruitment officer remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I am about to say is a proposal from His Majesty, the great Emperor of the Empire. Become a Shield Lord, Tempest Yohan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid simply listened, not entirely grasping the unfolding situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mention of the Empire’s Emperor did not surprise him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already within his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before this recruitment officer had revealed his position, Enkrid had assumed he hailed either from the great power of the south or the Empire of the north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were neither, it would have been difficult for him to extend such an invitation in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely, northern and southern recruiters have been scouring the central continent for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many talents must have been taken away over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this wasn’t shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with a decent grasp of the continent’s affairs could have anticipated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only strange thing was the scent lingering on the man before him—something he hadn’t noticed the last time they met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the scent of a mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t an overpowering, sweet fragrance, but still, it was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attackers they had encountered on their journey here had been mages multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t had a chance to properly bring it up to the head of the house yet, but it was a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the head of the house responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A firm, unwavering refusal, devoid of emotion to the point of seeming indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you enjoy the series and want to get more Chapters early, head over to https:\u002F\u002Fpayhip.com\u002FSamowek\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or head over to https:\u002F\u002Fbrightnovels.com\u002Fseries\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SHOP BEST BUY] - 50e - Every Chapter translated - Latest WN-845 + daily Chapters from monday to friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-KNIGHT - Cost 20e -s 780-845 + daily Chapters from Monday to Friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>",2613,"2026-06-03T07:43:28.250Z","2026-06-03T07:43:32.989Z",1,"novelbin.me","f3a33dbc974e12bea044994e8be7ae1f489c51be2c80e3560f2b80ba379a7dfb","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-693","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-691",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]