[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-714":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},964799,1263,"Chapter 714 - 713 - Against the Waves","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-714",714,"\u003Cp>Chapter 713 - Against the Waves\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Rhinox felt the formless force tightening around his body, he lightly clashed the swords held in both his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply used the sword in his right hand as a support and tapped it with the sword in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ching!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint metallic scrape spread through the storm like a sharp blade slicing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the tiny noise was quickly drowned out by the storm’s violent howls, the sound itself didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t trying to sense anything through hearing anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His specialty was waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two swords, imbued with his Will as they struck, released a pulse that only Rhinox could perceive and detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pulse was the secret behind the unmatched scouting ability that made him Yohan’s finest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Look at these bastards.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he quickly located three scalers using telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three were reaching toward him, while a larger, sturdier-bodied scaler was blocking the path ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved as pairs, their coordination almost flawless as if they had been trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Did you train them yourself, Hescal?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could monsters actually understand language?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a curious thought, but he doubted he’d get the chance to find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a sudden intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox then threw the sword in his right hand, driving it into the ground with a solid thunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sank halfway into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the earth as a makeshift scabbard, he tilted the sword, then drew a third sword from his back and hurled it forward with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, about the length of a forearm, shot forward in a straight line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how fierce the storm, it couldn’t stop a chunk of metal hurled by a knight’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large-bodied scaler caught Rhinox’s thrown sword mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its scales’ hardness and toughness were impressive, but what was even more surprising was its athletic ability — catching a large, fast-flying object from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a load of crap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox then yanked his outstretched hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword slipped free from the scaler’s grip and flew back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swords were weapons that would always return to his call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spinning sword neatly landed back into Rhinox’s grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The telekinesis-wielding enemies kept pulling tricks one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the pressure tightening around his body growing more annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he could still move — it wasn’t like his arms or legs were completely tangled up — it was bothersome nonetheless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox threw the sword in his hand once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he didn’t just throw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the sword stuck in the ground, he drew a new one from behind his right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, it looked like an ordinary longsword, but upon closer inspection, it had no sharpened edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a practice sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he dragged the drawn sword along the ground, the tip scraped against the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rhinox ran, a long trench formed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, with the storm raging, the trace would soon be erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, instead of catching the blade, the large-bodied scaler blocked it with the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade dug into the hand but didn’t penetrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature had used its fist like a shield to block the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a smart move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, pure instinctive combat sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scaler blocked with his left hand and grabbed the blade with his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he likely intended to cling onto the sword even if Rhinox tried to call it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, instead of summoning the weapon back, Rhinox charged straight toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The double assault — throwing the sword and then rushing in — was one of Rhinox’s well-honed tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just about closing the distance either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first sword he had thrown was called \"Prey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword now in his right hand was called \"Hunter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prey would always do its best to flee from the Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull-edged longsword traced a short, swift arc as Rhinox swung it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hunter wasn’t meant for cutting — it was designed to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rhinox slammed the flat pommel of the Hunter against the Prey’s rear, overlapping waves erupted, sending the Prey shooting forward at twice its original speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword-sized arrow tore through the air, cutting straight through the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blade passed by, it tore apart half the head of the large-bodied scaler blocking its way, splattering blood and flesh into the raging storm, where it was swept away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the Prey’s target had been the telekinesis user standing behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But having pierced through the large scaler’s hand, the Prey continued in a straight line, bursting through the head of the telekinesis wielder beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s attempt to block with both hands thrown forward was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the hunter is lifted, the prey doesn’t even come when called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a technique that utilized an imprinted weapon through the Knight’s Oath—a hidden trick of Rhinox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone probably had at least one move that was difficult to use in a spar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox swung the pair of thin swords he held in his left hand and cleanly sliced off the neck of a Scaler whose head was already half gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack, slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without putting much strength into it, the blade cut through easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering the hardness of a Scaler’s body, it should have been impossible, but Rhinox’s swords had several times the cutting power of ordinary ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The downside, however, was that they broke easily despite being imprinted weapons—but that was something he could compensate for with skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even changed his entire swordsmanship style to maximize his weapons’ sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His defensive swordplay, where he let attacks slide off and eroded the enemy’s blade with his own, was born from this method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within Yohan, it was neither an ordinary tactic nor a common art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox said, returning the Hunter to its sheath and reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Hunter was retrieved, the prey would return as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prey, reacting to the Will imbued in his hand, trembled briefly before flying back into his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prey could do nothing but be thrown, return, or be knocked away when struck by the Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, Rhinox had customized the sword tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, made of pure silver, was specially crafted and diamond-coated—costly, difficult to make, and prone to shattering if struck wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rhinox saw no problem, using it only for stabbing or throwing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prey was practically a blunt weapon anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tactics were strange, unique—a feast of skills that had long forsaken anything ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox finished off the two remaining Scalers that had bound him in the same fashion, then, while returning to where his main sword was planted, knocked down a winged monster targeting the clan leader’s back with the prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Tempest Yohan was smashing three monsters to pulp with his absurd sword swings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck them head-first with the blade’s flat side, driving them into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An owlbear’s head and torso were shattered and torn apart, swept away by the rain as it sank knee-deep into the muddy ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching that, Rhinox struck his blades together again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By narrowing the force of the shockwave instead of spreading it wide, he could probe even further distances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Rhinox checked on Enkrid’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After roughly sensing the situation through the wave, Rhinox spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should have gone there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the trap Hescal had laid, he understood the ploy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Hescal had set up various tricks to counter Rhinox’s techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid of the Border Guard—a promising young friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he have the strength to overcome the fox Hescal’s trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoooooosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain continued pouring down, but the wind had slightly eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The amount of rain was still formidable, but even this was noticeably better than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ve got plenty in front of us too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Tempest’s words, Rhinox turned his eyes forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly gagged, sour bile surging up from his throat and spilling onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the pouring storm, it was clear the vomit was laced with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t hold out much longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox said, grinding his boot into the vomit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medicine Anne had given him allowed his body to endure, but there was a time limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had deliberately fought ahead of Alexandra and Tempest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stirred up the enemy, luring those with supernatural abilities toward himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the strain on his body increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he seemed to dispatch them easily, each monster was a formidable opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to constantly release shockwaves to remain alert against those stealthily targeting him from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This won’t be your grave, Rai.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest said, taking his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, four monsters were striding toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning flashed white across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in utter darkness, a knight’s eyes could see—but the lightning illuminated their enemies in vivid clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were Scalers—four of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each had black and red scales mixed evenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on Rhinox’s experience, a higher ratio of red scales meant stronger supernatural abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning, these four would be even more troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, he had only faced enemies with a single red-scaled arm at most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tempest, it’s time we kept that childhood promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox had no gift for seeing the future, but even if he survived this battle, he knew there would be no path left for him to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just need some time. Give me half a year and I can fix it. But right now, your body’s condition is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne had said this after examining him and giving him various medicines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since that bastard Hescal landed a blow on him, his condition had rapidly worsened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fever spiked, his heart ached, and he coughed up blood as if his organs were torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Man, I’m really dying here, he had joked once, but deep down, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was left now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many things, but at that moment, what surfaced was a promise from his childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That if death ever came, he would go before Tempest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had made that vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once rivals over the same woman, and lifelong friends who had spent nearly every moment together since birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go help Alex.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest spoke, unable to infuse any emotion into his voice, but it was filled with sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need to!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow hearing them from over ten paces away, Alexandra shouted back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her, a bundle of black smoke swirled, and from between the corpses of monsters, a black-armored hand clawed its way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Death Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pinnacle of necromancy that uses a knight’s corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even lesser Death Warriors were nightmares to most; a Death Knight was terror incarnate, beyond mere nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll go first. You’re the heir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox repeated, and Tempest’s gaze briefly touched his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said firmly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Believe in me, Tempest. I’m the Lightning Blade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, there was a time when Tempest hadn’t even dared to think of beating her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Support Rhinox from behind. I’ll say it again: this is not where you’ll be buried.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head believed that every battle had a flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the flow shifted, that was the moment to decide the outcome — until then, one had to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four Scalers stood before Tempest and Rhinox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two wielded short clubs, the other two had katar fitted over both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The katar, a weapon where a sharp blade was mounted between two parallel bars connected by a horizontal grip, was designed for powerful thrusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from their weapons, the two could glimpse the enemy’s tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These monsters had survived countless battlefields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weapons were short, their muscles dense and tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain bounced off their scales as if striking taut drums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would likely focus on high-speed, close-quarters assaults, nearly rivaling knights in physical prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no doubt, their weapons were poisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haa.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest regulated his breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his wife trusted him, he had to place his trust in her too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just guard my back, Rhinox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off, the Medusa watched the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of her, part of his Will had been seized earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest lowered his head, avoiding her gaze — just enough to see the enemies’ feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, he had found it difficult to learn fancy techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he had strength, enough to wield a heavy, unwieldy greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hadn’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempest Yohan’s greatsword stabbed diagonally into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His preparations were complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rhinox stepped into position behind him, a familiar voice rang out among the four Scalers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message from Hescal, sent through sorcery or some other spell — only the voice traveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tempest, these four are special monsters. Chimeras among chimeras, crafted to face knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are the masterpieces of a genius alchemist and the monstrous prodigy of the last generation, who spent seventy years perfecting them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an odd moment for an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay tied up with them. I’ll go kill your son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know where you hid Odincar, but I’ll find the boy as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heskal had glimpsed part of the head’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he could shake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox, feeling a faint twinge of anxiety, glanced at the head’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No emotions surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his defect — but at times like this, it became a mask that betrayed no weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Hescal’s voice faded into the air, the four Scalers lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhinox narrowed his eyes and turned his back to them, avoiding Medusa’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From now on, his job was to guard his friend’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the nausea boiling from his guts threatened to choke him, he would have to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he failed — he would lose his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve always talked about ’what’s next’ since you were a kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andante was also an old friend of Alexandra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, that friend had rejected the rest offered by death, rising again with black blood soaking her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devoid of reason, driven solely by pure combat instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andante, once a close friend, had turned away from love, from children, from everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he ever sought was the next step upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What comes next? I can go even further.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a dream easily corrupted into twisted desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it were Yohan, it was a dream they could have embraced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at him now, though, it wouldn’t be wrong to call it a failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll surpass you someday, Alex.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Alexandra who had held him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither the continent nor the empire could allow a killer born with an innate lust for blood to run free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andante needed to cut down someone with red blood at least once a month—and every three months at the longest, he had to kill someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He constantly craved murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now you can kill to your heart’s content, Andante.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siiiiiick—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death knight born from the monster’s corpse said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, black steam spewed from between the blackened visor, thick with soot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain and wind couldn’t dissolve the black mist, which pierced the downpour and coiled around the helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t some mystical sight—it was pure terror, so overwhelming it made one’s knees buckle just by looking at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a knight, drunk on the feeling of invincibility, dies and a sorcerer binds that death, they become a death knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result is a fighter far superior to what they were in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no easy battle against such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the blade Hescal had prepared specifically for Alexandra.\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-870 + daily Chapters from monday to friday for a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-KNIGHT - Cost 20e -s 800-870 + daily Chapters from Monday to Friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please be sure to join the discord :)\u003C\u002Fp>",2682,"2026-06-03T07:43:29.270Z","2026-06-03T07:43:34.104Z",1,"novelbin.me","4b93cfcd51847a163160a7cc0b21e90848fe1e958050d3818de45d2fc8e8d1a0","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-715","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-713",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]