Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 922
Chapter 922: Chapter 920 – The Past Speaks to the Present
Chapter 920 – The Past Speaks to the Present
Enkrid watched the Ferryman in silence.
“That man was not part of ‘our’ calculations either.”
The Ferryman spoke with sincerity.
When trying to sway someone to your side, there is no weapon more powerful than the truth.
The lantern in his hand swayed, casting a purple light across the black river.
The light turned into ripples, spreading far into the distance.
The Ferryman gestured as he explained, weaving truth into his words.
He claimed that the swordsman was not a wall they had prepared.
Therefore, they should join forces.
It was time to explain why his proposal was still valid.
“Just go back and struggle again. I told you to stay in ‘today,’ but isn’t it enough to simply overcome ‘our’ will?”
The truth was only half the story.
The Ferryman’s intentions remained insidious.
In reality, the Ferryman could not turn back time by five days.
He only knew how to end this pain.
If Enkrid agreed, the Ferryman intended to manipulate his mind.
Enkrid would return to five days ago only in a dream, repeating that day endlessly inside his head.
Any struggle or resistance would be void.
He would simply be trapped in a mental loop.
Be frustrated, despair, and give up.
If you become one with us, this pain will finally end.
That was the hidden meaning in the Ferryman’s words.
Enkrid didn’t see the specific trap the Ferryman had laid.
However, he gleaned a clue from the words.
Enkrid focused on two things.
‘He said us.’
And he said to overcome it with will.
Enkrid ignored the Ferryman’s proposal and sank back into thought.
Grasping the situation came before finding clues.
Did he feel helpless because he couldn’t move his body?
‘Is that really it? Is that all?’
Also, could he really not move anything?
That wasn’t true.
“…Hey.”
The Ferryman called out to him again, but Enkrid had returned to his previous state.
A state where, no matter what was said, he didn’t listen—not even with the back of his ear.
“Can’t you hear me?”
The Ferryman spoke again, but Enkrid’s pupils had already lost focus.
He had sunk deep inside himself, repeating his thoughts.
“I swear, I want to hit you just twice. No more, no less.”
The Ferryman muttered.
This time, the words were spoken with utter sincerity.
Voices of agreement rang out consecutively from within him.
“Not yet.”
It was the phrase he spoke every time he opened his eyes briefly.
Enkrid endured the pain while vomiting blood, wandering through the darkness to find what he had to do within the extremely short time allowed to him.
‘The reason I am dying.’
It was because Regeneration Body wasn’t activating.
Thinking about it now, he grasped the core of the technique called Regeneration Body that he had learned from Audin.
“Everyone has life force inside their body.”
Audin’s words came to mind briefly.
‘Blood flow acceleration and high-speed recovery through Will.’
The heart beats explosively, blood vessels expand throughout the body, and blood circulates wildly.
Amidst that, one tightens the muscles to block the wound and stop the bleeding, then mixes in Will.
In the end, it is Will, not blood, that stays in the wound, accelerating regeneration.
That is the principle of Regeneration Body.
It was a technique that had become even more potent after he became a knight.
So, he shouldn’t be dying from a wound of this caliber.
‘But Regeneration Body isn’t working.’
Digging to the root of the problem, there was only one reason.
‘The wound is worsening.’
Ironically, the exact same spot that was pierced pierced in the Spring of his twenty-seventh year had been pierced again.
‘I didn’t die back then, so why is it like this now?’
Were his internal organs torn to shreds?
Was there a hole in his lungs?
Was his heart split?
None of them.
It was just a hole in the stomach.
He had suffered a single sword strike.
‘Though, since it pierced even the Beelrog leather, I can’t call it just a sword strike.’
The conclusion was clear.
The wound wasn’t healing.
But why?
Enkrid cycled through waking and fainting.
He endured the pain each time.
It was a continuous stream of agony.
“Are you dull, or do you actually enjoy this?”
The Ferryman asked.
“I don’t enjoy pain.”
A nonchalant answer.
Enkrid kept repeating the same process.
He felt the repeated ‘todays’ passing by ceaselessly.
When looking out the window of a carriage running on a plain, everything visible just flashes by in a blur; Enkrid’s perception of time was exactly like that now.
It was impossible to count how many days had passed.
When he opened his eyes, he either saw the Ferryman or the ceiling of the tent.
Countless ‘todays’ passed.
Or so Enkrid felt.
“Anyway, if time passes like this, it becomes no different from being trapped in today forever. Is that okay with you?”
The Ferryman asked again.
He felt a strange familiarity from the Ferryman speaking to him so frequently.
Was it because there was no need to view the Ferryman ‘group’ and the individual Enkrid differently anymore?
Was he expressing friendliness because similarities had arisen between the two?
The attitude the Ferryman displayed certainly suggested as much.
“It seems you must endure this painful today. Until the next host appears.”
As the Ferryman spoke and giggled, Enkrid saw a vision of his own devastated self standing behind him.
That illusion appeared briefly, then shattered like grains of sand and disappeared.
Then, when he woke up briefly on the bed, he confirmed those surrounding him.
Everyone kept their seats without exception.
‘Rem uses shamanism and Audin uses divinity.’
Even if not those two, there was Shinar.
‘Even if it were poison…’
Anne’s antidote would have remained intact in Ragna’s possession.
‘Shamanism, divinity, medicine, essence.’
Looking at the current situation, it meant none of that worked.
“The proposal to return to five days ago is still valid.”
Amidst this, the Ferryman’s words drifted in.
Enkrid felt like he was standing on a blurred boundary between dream and wakefulness.
His concentration scattered, and the Ferryman’s proposal lodged itself amidst his complex thoughts.
“Or there is also a way to just endure like this and become one with us.”
“The human mind isn’t a limitless resource. If you join us after you’re worn out, you won’t be able to enjoy the next ‘today’ either.”
“Come in while your mind is still intact.”
The Ferryman spoke incessantly.
Enkrid deliberately ignored his words and concentrated.
What did I miss?
Why is this happening?
After racking his brain on the Ferryman’s boat for countless loops, the answer finally came.
‘Something preventing the wound from healing was left inside my body.’
Then he just had to shake it off.
He had to overcome his helplessness and rouse his Will.
That would work.
Once the answer was found, all that remained was endless effort.
Enkrid did just that.
He moved his Will.
It wasn’t without results; his Will reacted.
‘Even if my hands and feet cannot move.’
His Will was firm.
His resolve remained unchanged.
If necessary, overcoming it through a vow would suffice.
Time passed countless times.
Between waking up, fainting again, meeting the Ferryman, and opening his eyes once more, his Will moved—but Enkrid didn’t feel any physical change.
The sensitive five senses, sixth sense, and intuition he gained through Jaxen seemed to speak to him.
An illusion appeared again.
“This is the end. Our destination.”
The words were spoken by the devastated version of himself.
It was the Ferryman’s trick.
Enkrid closed his eyes quietly.
Suddenly, memories he had pushed away surfaced, erasing the illusion before his eyes.
Faces of people he had met throughout his life appeared and spoke to him.
“Thank you.”
Before he was caught in the curse of repeating today.
A day that felt too old to recall.
“Thank you, truly.”
A woman with tear stains on her face.
The woman who received her son—a boy who would limp for life because his leg had been pierced by a ghoul’s claw—cried, dirt streaking down her face.
Only the same words spilled repeatedly from her mouth.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
It was the result of acts that seemed reckless and stupid in the eyes of others.
He saved the child.
The child was crippled, yes, but he lived.
The woman expressed gratitude for that life.
“Yes.”
Enkrid turned and left with a calm answer.
His own leg limped just the same, but luckily the tendons and nerves weren’t severed, so it was an injury that would heal over time.
“Thank you for saving me. Really.”
Another was a seventeen-year-old girl.
She said she had decided to become a peddler in her parents’ stead.
She hired mercenaries, but the men turned on her, eyes wild with lust.
Enkrid volunteered to be her guard.
It was an event where he barely saved her.
The road back to the city, fighting off mercenaries turned bandits, was a series of rough paths.
The words spoken by the girl, whose legs gave out once they reached the city, were quite a spectacle.
“You can live with me.”
It was a confession.
“It’s fine.”
The sobbing girl nodded and expressed her gratitude.
“I was truly thankful. That’s why I said it. I didn’t fall for you. Let’s be clear on that.”
There were many people he had barely saved like that.
“I was thankful.”
A loyal mercenary.
“I won’t forget this grace.”
A merchant of few words.
“I lived thanks to you. Phew.”
There was also a soldier named Bell.
There were many mercenaries who followed his reckless lead.
‘If I were alone, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.’
Enkrid had never thought he was alone until now.
‘Alone, I was nothing.’
Those he protected behind his back, and those who fought beside him.
Everyone flashed through his head.
Although they weren’t everything, it was clear they were one of the foundations protecting his will.
The past speaks to the present, and the present is a prediction of tomorrow.
He ruminated on his past and faced the present.
‘Not yet.’
At his firm will, the illusion disappeared, and the Ferryman shut his mouth.
“Let’s see how long you endure.”
The Ferryman said.
Enkrid restarted his work.
‘Why did I feel helplessness?’
Because he felt it with his intuition.
Because he already knew his Will wouldn’t work.
Feeling dizzy, like standing on the edge of a cliff, was for the same reason.
His brain was busy seeking answers and pondering.
‘I need a trigger.’
If it can’t be solved with what is inside me…
Help from others?
Enkrid knew well he wasn’t alone.
He opened his eyes.
It was a new ‘today’ again.
‘The Knight Order.’
His surroundings were full of people.
It was so every time he opened his eyes.
In that brief window of consciousness, Enkrid put strength into his eyes.
He swallowed the regurgitating blood.
Although he couldn’t stop the wound from worsening, his technique in controlling his body by moving Will had improved.
He opened his mouth.
“Hey, help.”
What he saw was a grey-haired barbarian.
Rem blinked his eyes.
“Is that an order?”
He laughed, raising the corners of his stiff mouth.
“If it sounded like one, then it is.”
He spoke barely moving his Will.
“I am here too. Fiancé.”
Shinar spoke from the bedside.
“Do something.”
He asked her too, then met eyes with Audin.
“Sing a song or something.”
Words thrown out upon seeing Theresa beside him.
“Ragna, you help too.”
He spoke to the pale-faced genius on one side.
“Krang, pray or something.”
Finishing the last word, he closed his eyes.
Enkrid sank back inside himself.
Like that, dozens of ‘todays’ passed, as Enkrid felt them.
“Not yet?”
The Ferryman waited for the time.
Sometimes a regretful Ferryman came out, and sometimes a gloating Ferryman stepped up.
Most times, an emotionless Ferryman came out and urged him.
“Still at it?”
Pressure radiated from the Ferryman’s question.
The problem wasn’t simply repeating the day; if his heart broke, it would end there.
The Ferryman was waiting for Enkrid’s heart to break.
Enkrid realized that, but ignored it.
He didn’t steady his heart nor ruminate on his resolve.
If it was something that could be solved by vows and oaths, he would have done so long ago.
He simply endured.
“Don’t die!”
Rem infused shamanism in the few moments when his eyes opened.
A boldness that didn’t care whether he became an evil spirit or not.
Then divinity poured down, and useless secret medicine flowed down his mouth.
Even though essence is like life force to a Fairy, Shinar poured essence unsparingly.
She was resolved to give up her life.
After spending countless useless days and moments like that.
Enkrid perceived that the something dwelling in his wound was constantly moving.
‘He coated the sword with Will and shoved it into the wound.’
Was there anything more to that simple action?
A few more thoughts followed.
If he knew that help from others—not being alone—was needed from the ‘us’ the Ferryman mentioned…
‘And he said to overcome with will.’
Didn’t it mean something was blocking the way after all?
It was the same as when he became a knight.
He thought that there was meaning in all those times that felt like going down the wrong path despite ceaseless effort.
‘Everything I learned and mastered is me.’
The genius swordsman Ragna losing his way easily might be for that reason.
To him, everything around him becomes inspiration, and the path he walks eventually becomes the process of reaching the destination.
To him, there is no wrong path.
In other words:
‘No effort is ever in vain.’
This is the conclusion.
He didn’t know why his thoughts jumped here suddenly.
Just that the leaped thought found the answer and pulled it out.
The days repeated until now, the days of training while being called a madman condensed, and the things he realized aggregated.
Everything became a journey moving toward a single light.
Thoughts continued naturally after that.
‘What forms power is a circle.’
To be precise, circulation.
If circulation cuts off, that is death.
Stagnation.
Will must move ceaselessly.
‘Not stopping, but moving ceaselessly and changing.’
Nature Transformation.
Nature Transformation is called Indules, and its core is fluidity.
‘Movement without interruption.’
If Uske is innate or stacked steadfastly, Indules was obtained through realization via inspiration.
‘Real Indules.’
What he had done before was close to imitation.
What he recalled and perceived now was real Indules.
Since change comes from ceaseless movement.
Inspiration filled up and burst.
Euphoria shuddered through him from head to toe.
The Ferryman stopped swinging the lantern, and the river flow became gentle.
“Oh my.”
The Ferryman clicked his tongue.
An expression Enkrid saw for the first time.
As the dream shattered into pieces, his body floated up, and his eyes opened as if elevating his spirit.
In the new today, he observed the inside of his body and moved his Will.
He knew why his wound wasn’t healing.
‘Because the Will remaining in the body moves ceaselessly and responds.’
The core of Indules was contained in the sword strike that pierced his stomach.
Enkrid swirled and moved the Will inside him.
He grabbed the ceaselessly flowing river and twisted it.
Since the Will remaining in the body flowed fluidly, he changed his own Will to respond in kind.
Pop.
The wound burst, dyeing the bandages red.
“Captain Brother.”
Audin blocked the wound with his large hand.
Enkrid couldn’t even answer; he concentrated.
Mastering the knack?
He had done it countless times while repeating today.
Hadn’t he struggled to do something by moving his Will?
That result was here now.
‘No effort is in vain.’
Along with the thought, he crushed and scattered all the foreign Will dwelling in the wound.
“Guh-!”
Enkrid vomited blood.
His internal organs were partially damaged by moving his Will too violently.
“Uh?”
Rem, seeing that, opened his mouth in surprise.
Shinar too.
The two, who handled shamanism and essence, sensed Enkrid’s change sensitively.
“What did you do?”
Rem asked.
To their eyes, it was a miracle happening in five days.
To Enkrid, it was a moment welcomed after passing over hundreds of days—hard to count due to not regaining consciousness.
“Indules.”
Enkrid spoke, filled with euphoria, and fainted.
Indeed, one should call him a madman.
The words spoken after coming back from death were quite a spectacle.
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