[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty":3,"chapter-knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Knight: from Apprentice to the Almighty",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1848006,2453,"Chapter 92 - 82: The Mysterious Person","knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>Unlike Roland, who was on full alert, the white-robed figure paid the recent attack no mind at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly extended a long, scarlet tongue, deliberately licking his chapped lips like a gourmand preparing for a grand feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His golden eyes, shimmering with an eerie light, were locked onto the young man before him, churning with an irrepressible desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what gutter that fool Morne is hiding in, trembling in fear, but...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed figure’s gaze greedily swept over Roland’s entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pine-straight spine, the broad, powerful shoulders, the well-defined muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every inch of him was a delicacy the figure coveted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling Roland’s heroic figure in battle at the Black Water Manor, he gave an imperceptible nod, the corner of his mouth beneath the hood curling into a strange arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compared to that waste Gavin’s son... this little one is simply... too perfect...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, the white-robed figure could no longer restrain himself. With a flicker, he strode forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Roland swung his sword in a backhand strike, almost by pure instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the result was just as hopeless as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade passed through the white-robed figure’s body without any resistance, like slicing through a wisp of intangible mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even stranger, the loose white robe he wore didn’t even wrinkle, as if the sword strike had been a mere illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Damn it!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roland cursed fiercely in his heart as he dodged nimbly to the side, narrowly avoiding the pale, claw-like shadow that swiped at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, before he could regain his footing, a sudden palpitation made him catch his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the white-robed figure drew closer, the surrounding air grew chillingly cold at an astonishing rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More horrifyingly, Roland could clearly feel his stamina being slowly and continuously drained by some invisible force, as if his Life Energy was being siphoned out through countless tiny needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Roland had no time to investigate the source of this bizarre phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed figure attacked again, sticking to him like a shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the span of just a few breaths, Roland had launched several fierce attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword cut through the air and his fists whistled, yet it was always like striking at mist; he couldn’t even touch the corner of the figure’s robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, his opponent’s eerie steps brought him closer and closer, the loose white robes tracing dazzling arcs through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’A Spiritual Body Type creature?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through Roland’s mind after a few probing attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature’s complete immunity to physical attacks was remarkably similar to the Undead Creatures from his past life’s memories, like the Witch Demon and Evil Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Run!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confirming that his attacks were useless against the enemy before him, Roland made a split-second decision. He kicked off the ground with all his might, shooting like an arrow from a bow toward the window at the end of the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the crisp sound of shattering glass, he flipped through the air and landed steadily on his feet, then immediately broke into a sprint without a moment’s pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Running away? A wise decision, but...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed figure chuckled softly. He took only a single step forward, yet his form strangely closed the distance, as if space itself were warping beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s merely the desperate struggle of a cornered animal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street was as silent as a grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roland’s figure darted across the empty street, his boots treading over scattered streamers and wine cups, yet no one was disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was ragged, his gaze locked straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the white-robed figure followed like a shadow. Each step seemed to shrink the distance, unhurried yet relentlessly closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lanterns on either side swayed on their own, casting two elongated shadows that chased one another through the dead remains of the festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one witnessed this escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the crooked stalls, toppled wine barrels, and the hollow eyes of a still-spinning puppet reflected their Residual Shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that he still couldn’t put any distance between them despite running with all his might, Roland muttered with a deep frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his pace didn’t falter in the slightest; instead, he ran even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the inn where he was temporarily staying finally came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Finally made it!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a slight sigh of relief, Roland didn’t dare to relax one bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bolted through the inn’s main door, taking the stairs two or three at a time as he sprinted straight for his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although his knowledge of Spiritual Body Type creatures wasn’t deep, Roland was certain they were by no means invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If physical attacks don’t work on it...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, Roland violently threw open his door, quickly retrieved the set of white bones from a hidden compartment, and deftly fitted it onto his left wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very moment he finished this action, that familiar, hair-raising chill once again swept over his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no time to turn around, Roland instinctively dropped and rolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost at the same instant, the wooden cabinet behind him made a soft *TCH* sound, as if it had been cleanly sliced apart by an invisible blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Roland had no time to worry about the commotion behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he rolled into the corner of the room, his thoughts raced. The surrounding Magic Elements immediately surged like a tide toward the white bones, then flowed along his wrist where it touched the bones, rushing toward the depths of his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Magic Power was about to touch the Rune in his Consciousness Shallows, Roland abruptly raised his arm and whipped his head around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, what met his eyes was not the white-robed figure, but a pair of vertical pupils glowing with a golden, eerie light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the vertical pupils suddenly constricted, the eerie light surged out like a tidal wave, and a sharp pain shot through the depths of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the world spun before Roland’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a blood-red wasteland. Beneath his feet was a viscous, sickening bog of blood that he sank into with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted, broken moon hung in the sky, its dark red light staining the entire world in a bizarre hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless half-rotten arms reached out from the bloody bog, their sharp nails scraping against his pant legs with a sound that set his teeth on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come... join us...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoarse whispers came from all directions, mingled with the clicking sound of grinding bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, dozens of skeletons draped in rotting flesh shambled toward him, eerie green Ghost Fire flickering in their hollow eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying, Roland discovered his own skin was beginning to rot at a visible rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First his fingers began to blacken, then his arms, and the putrid stench of decay assaulted his nostrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, nearly suffocating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment of life and death, a cold and solid power welled up from the depths of his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed figure watched the motionless Roland, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’His strength is decent, but in the end, he’s only a mortal...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If you had stepped into the Extraordinary Realm, you might have had a chance to break free. What a pity...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, before this thought could even fade, the scene before him made his pupils contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man, who had been hanging his head, suddenly looked up. His once-vacant pupils instantly regained their clarity, and his sharp gaze pierced forward like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is impossible!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm raged in the white-robed figure’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He broke free from the Illusion Realm in less than a breath? Even a true Extraordinary Professional...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality gave him no room to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because at Roland’s fingertips, a dazzling flame had already begun to dance.\u003C\u002Fp>",1320,"2026-06-09T07:01:39.614Z",1,"novelbin.me","a7b2281f5f5728a44e14e1cd78d63b19d1b9f9cda81b74c95f55d27147f7fb91","knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-chapter-93","knight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-chapter-91",216,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fknight-from-apprentice-to-the-almighty-cover.jpg"]