[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-752":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},964623,1263,"Chapter 752 - 750 - Are We at War?","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-752",752,"\u003Cp>Chapter 750 - Are We at War?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s group headed south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of this, Weird Eyes turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he had truly just come out to see them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>South—in other words, they were making their way toward the Demonic Domain, where Beelrog was likely to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew the exact whereabouts of the one called the Demon of Strife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were simply traveling, following rumors and tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that didn’t mean there were no ways to track him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Beelrog loves a good fight.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s said he enjoys fighting strong opponents and collects souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, why not invite him in with a serenade at a place he’s likely to visit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s plan was to scatter black blood everywhere and belt out a serenade at the top of his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, both Krais and Abnaior nodded, saying it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the name Balrog is shrouded in legend, their research and investigation had uncovered factual patterns in his behavior, so they figured there was a real chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call him out for a fight, and he should appear. The only catch was, the invitation would have to be loud enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard Spirit’s Safe Road had become so much wider than before that they had to pass several outposts along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Steel Wall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheer accompanied the salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Unyielding Knight—Border guard’s wall itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the last outpost marking the end of the Safe Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave a casual wave in response to their salute and passed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the soldiers watching their departure, the outpost commander, who seemed to have his wits about him, tilted his head in puzzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are we at war or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The senior soldier beside him shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven’t heard anything like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither had the commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, there wasn’t even an enemy to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, Enkrid’s Madmen Knights had come to be known as the Labyrinth of the Border. If you wanted to know why they’d earned such a strange nickname—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It’s because they pull everyone in and swallow them up.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it. As for culling cultists, they never really sought them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists were always the ones who came looking for trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those apostate groups worshipping the Gray God?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same story with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might have seemed a bit different with the Black Blade bandits or Count Molsan, who started a civil war—but regardless of the details, the fact remained: the Madmen Knights devoured them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard there’s been trouble with the Trade City recently?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander was always quick to catch a rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that knowing a lot was the key to surviving long and well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, there’s nothing quite as entertaining as a juicy rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are they heading to burn down the Trade City?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that kind of force, even a Trade City with roots deep across the Continent couldn’t withstand them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that’s not the direction they’re headed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A junior soldier chimed in, equally baffled by how that group was moving together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they really be going to war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, that can’t be it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the southern front had quieted down lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard there had been far fewer provocations from that side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a lot of talk about some upheaval at the royal palace lately—could it be because of that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Are they going to slaughter all the nobles?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gray-haired madman known as the Noble Butcher was among them, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No, that’s probably not it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts were running wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know the real reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if they weren’t heading to war, just seeing that group move together would be enough to make plenty of people flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander kept his eyes on those departing figures—especially the black-haired man at their center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you listened to the man in charge of Border Guard’s defence, Vengeance’s talk, he claimed that man used to be just a low-ranking soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who could believe that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no wonder those words seemed totally unconvincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The watchtower was tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From such height, everything was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at those people leaving far off in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fading sunlight slid down their backs, stretching into long shadows behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those people now—they were a group powerful enough to shake the earth just by walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander’s predictions had been spot on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mayor of the Trade City was highly alert to the movements of the Madmen Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why are they suddenly marching out all together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Are they trying to put pressure on us?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To warn us not to step out of line?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up until now, they’d always found excuses to avoid any armed confrontation, but were these the kind of people such excuses would work on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the city’s pride—the Ten Mercenaries—stop them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least talk to them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe keep the possibility of negotiation alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, actually winning was out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But maybe they could at least show some spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mercenary Captain happened to be present at the meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mayor looked at him intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without words, that look was enough to ask his opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Captain was a seasoned veteran with a long scar across his face, someone who had taken on every kind of job since his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once been captured by the enemy and tortured—had his fingernails and toenails ripped out—yet he didn’t break, earning the nickname \"Indomitable Mercenary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never knew when to give up and was seen as a symbol of endurance, the kind who would hold out till the bitter end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you excluded the Eastern Mercenary King, he was considered the spiritual pillar all mercenaries admired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surrender.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said surrender. If we fight, we’ll all die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mercenary—a symbol of unyielding resistance who didn’t break under torture and would jump into any hopeless battle—spoke with unshakable conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand hit the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only seemed to lend more weight to his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surrender!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of the meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much for unity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Madmen Knights hadn’t even shown up yet, but those sly merchant groups looking to meddle with the path known as the Stone Road and make a quick profit—well, they were the first to raise the white flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the terrifying reputation of the Madmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, who had been handling various matters with the Border Guard, wondered to himself why the Trade City, usually so cagey, was suddenly offering their cooperation and even setting up a bank in Border Guard territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t take him long to put two and two together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Just one move from the Commander and everyone’s in a panic.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leona Rockfreed was pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d had enough of the Trade City’s recent shady tricks, so she was more than satisfied to have the issue resolved so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was just the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We asked whether you had the right!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title of Pope is, by tradition, bestowed in the Holy City of Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the rule and the custom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basic requirement for becoming Pope is the blessing of every High Priest gathered in Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not decided by a vote; it only ends when there’s unanimous agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant it could take years for everyone to come to a consensus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous Pope had vanished without a trace, leaving Legion deeply scarred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, heretics worshiping the Gray God had even appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a time of confusion and turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In light of this, the Legion was in desperate need of extraordinary measures\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first suggestion that came up was this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must appoint a new Pope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, there was even talk of bringing someone from the Empire who had awakened divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Religious Order still held significant influence in the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Empire itself was not a theocracy, that didn’t mean the Order’s power was insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since divinity truly existed, anyone who could prove that power could easily claim a portion of authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t think of a better way than this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Knight Overdier was sure that whoever said that was an agent of the Empire, but compared to betraying the faith or falling into cults, it wasn’t a crime deserving death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just siding with the Empire didn’t mean someone should have their head bashed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If one of the High Priests steps up, we might not have a result even after a hundred years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was an agent, the one who said this was still someone who lived for the Legion and served God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of those who worshiped the Gray God or who had half-lost their minds had already been \"sent\" to God’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person suspected of being an Empire agent had at least accurately assessed the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title of High Priest was created so that they would keep each other in check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Legion called them High Priests, each of them was actually the Pope of their own order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, for one among them to become Pope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’They’d have to show something truly extraordinary.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would need to display such divinity that even a Saint would seem like a mere child in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While not a Pope, one of the Apostles did possess that kind of capability, but he served the God of War and currently wasn’t under Legion’s jurisdiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he had been there, it would have been meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who served the God of War had sworn an oath to the Lord not to get involved in the Legion’s internal strife, so they weren’t present here anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for that, their strength would have been a significant help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdier didn’t try to unravel this tangled situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of fixing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t his responsibility, and he didn’t have the ability to do so either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdier was a Holy Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the sword and shield of the Religious Order, not its tongue or its prophet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean he had nothing to say, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, nominating a candidate for Pope was well within his rights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he had been preparing for just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Goddess of Fortune gazes down upon the world with favor, then the Goddess of the Scales always watches over it by maintaining balance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Overdier spoke, his words carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was true even for the High Priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had a record of dealing with a traitor of High Priest rank not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the Legion’s influential figures cast uneasy glances at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Overdier so wished, the full authority of the Religious Order could easily end up in the palm of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Knights Order held that much power now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were celebrated for cleansing the Order’s corrupt parts and commanded considerable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Apostles of the God of War only watched from the sidelines, so realistically, a military takeover of the Legion by Overdier was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The God of the Scales may appear indifferent, but is always just.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the High Priests voiced his agreement with Overdier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While each Religious Order served its own Pope, the Pope of Legion was in a class of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put simply, the Pope of Legion was recognized by all other Popes, making them the leader of the Holy City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To phrase it even more bluntly, you could say the Pope of the Legion was like a king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Scales have tipped restlessly toward me. On behalf of all Holy Knights, I nominate a candidate for Pope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdier nodded and added to his statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He introduced Noah as his candidate, and at that, one of the Cardinals under the High Priests began to challenge the decision, questioning Noah’s qualifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can someone who cannot even wield holy power truly be suited for the position of Pope?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Cardinal pressed on, Overdier first affirmed his own oath of loyalty and then presented a prepared endorsement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He has the support of the Ragged Saint.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Audin’s foster father—who had been with the Border Guard—spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tapping his cane on the floor, the old man, feigning blindness, bowed his head to Noah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord in heaven will decide, but if my opinion proves to be of any value, I would like it to be known.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was once the Pope of Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, only a handful here knew that, and those who did had no intention of bringing it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his reputation was not something to be discounted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Audin’s foster father was present simply as the Ragged Saint, so the weight of his words was limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be difficult to persuade them with just a speech, but it was worth a try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real question was, even if he did manage to persuade them, would they ever come together to support him as one? Moreover, Noah still had doubts within himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Am I truly qualified for this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all began from a simple desire to care for a child who had lost their parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than seeing that child grow up to become a pickpocket or a thief, he wanted them to serve God, to spend their days copying the Holy Scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hopes were small, his wishes even smaller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, was it really right for him to take on such a heavy responsibility?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only those two? I recognize the prestige of the Holy Knights Order, but is there anyone else willing to support him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the High Priests shouted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdier felt troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he had expected things might go this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The King of Naurilia stands in support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, an official letter of support from the King of Naurilia arrived, but even so, it still felt lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, news broke out across the Continent of the advance of the Madmen Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to where?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For what purpose were they moving?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the real problem arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon checking their movements, it turned out they were headed toward the Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you, by any chance, say you had a connection to the Commander of the Madmen Knights?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the High Priest asked this during the meeting, Noah couldn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still reeling from the unexpected news about Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it was more like a sudden realization had struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had never actually said such words to him, and yet, it felt as if he’d just been scolded by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah’s dazed eyes made it look as if he’d just been reprimanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind’s eye, Enkrid patiently spoke to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What idiotic nonsense are you spouting? Your ambition is too small? Your wish is too modest? Then let’s hear what you think is grander.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no such thing as a humble dream, Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreams aren’t measured in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d forgotten that for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you connected or not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest’s question snapped Noah back into focus. It was time to answer in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re friends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, one of the High Priests gulped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infamy of the Madmen Knights was even greater outside the Border Guard’s lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d caused so much trouble over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are they planning to go to war with the Legion or something?\", muttered the Ragged Saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that would never actually happen, but it was more than enough to frighten those present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\", asked one of the Cardinals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overdier added fuel to the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Apostle of the Gray God targeted them. If we’re talking about who’s at fault, it’s us. I figured I’d better be prepared to receive him myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander of the Holy Knights left the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Legion had no clear leader to send forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone would have to step up to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was the right person for the job?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes fell on the man named Noah, the one Overdier had recommended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Knights Order had sworn to do nothing without his permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of Naurilia himself—renowned on the Continent—had stepped forward as his patron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Ragged Saint, whose name commanded more respect than any other Saint or Saintess in the Legion, sided with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To top it off, he was said to be the close friend of that Madmen Knights Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Madmen Knights had stayed quiet, the Legion’s Pope seat would have ended up with Noah in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give it to me. That position.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the man named Noah—who had been standing idly by—clearly expressed his intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the Pope of the Legion was chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around this time, Enkrid was gleefully chatting about swordsmanship with the Madmen Knights as he battled beasts and monsters.\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>[SHOP BEST BUY] - 50e - Every Chapter translated - Latest WN-904 + daily Chapters from monday to friday for a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-KNIGHT - Cost 20e -s 854-904 + daily Chapters from Monday to Friday for a month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please be sure to join the discord :)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**ANY INFO ONLY APPLIES TO THE LATEST Chapter HERE ON WEBNOVEL**\u003C\u002Fp>",2890,"2026-06-03T07:43:29.828Z","2026-06-03T07:43:35.504Z",1,"novelbin.me","8299578ac3d5ecf72094c91be666fbc5f0736fea4e00e96c7503e45f4e9cc3f0","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-753","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-751",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]