A Knight Who Eternally Regresses-Chapter 298: I Won’t Back Down From Words

“Damn bastard, you’re finally moving.”

Rem cursed at someone who wasn’t even there and stood up.

His ribs were still a mess, and his ankle creaked, but...

‘I will kill you for sure.’

His body was enough for now. There was no need to cling to anyone or get too close.

More than anything, if he didn’t move soon, that bastard would either kill someone else or be killed by someone else.

It didn’t matter if stray cats or lazy bastards, giants, or beastmen died, but the leader was a different story.

‘It would be a shame if he dies now.’

That madman who dreamed of being a knight would be a waste to die here.

There was a strange thrill in watching him thrash around. For now, at least. It was also intriguing whether that guy could actually become a knight.

‘Well, it won’t be easy for him to die.’

But the opponent wasn’t ideal. Was it a bad match-up? The odds were unfavorable.

He thought the chances of dying in a direct fight were high. The chances of losing were also high, so he had to be the one to face him.

What’s more, the one obsessed with immortality, the insane fool, would definitely be aware of him.

‘He won’t be reckless after missing me.’

It would be uncomfortable for him. If there’s a gap, he’d be the one to suffer.

Thinking this, Rem looked around. Thankfully, a good tree came into view.

He peeled off the bark and began rubbing and twisting it with both hands, braiding it like a rope and coiling it into a long cord.

He repeated the same task.

When hungry, he caught snakes or badgers, and sometimes, by chance, he encountered a bear that hadn’t gone into hibernation.

To others, it was a vicious bear, but to Rem...

“A treat, huh?”

It was just quality meat and sturdy leather.

With a quick swing, he threw his last axe into the air, caught it, and hurled it straight ahead.

The axe whizzed through the air and cleaved the bear’s skull in half, embedding itself deeply.

The bear staggered, then collapsed with a thud.

The ground shook. It was as big as Audin, wasn’t it?

He wanted to skin the bear and wear its hide, but he didn’t have the energy to tan it now. Plus, his ribs still hurt, and he couldn’t waste strength on such labor.

After killing the bear, he ate its gallbladder raw, drank the blood to quench his thirst, then roasted the meat.

It smelled foul, but what else could he do?

He cut some of the skin into square pieces, stacked them in layers, and punched holes in the corners.

The axe, made from the spear of the Centaur leader, was even more useful at times like this.

The weight caused the axe head to have sharp prongs above it, which proved helpful.

He used it to puncture the leather, then wove the rope he’d made from bark.

The long end was about the length of his arms spread wide.

He swung it a few times in the air.

Not bad.

During this time, he carried the snake venom he had collected in a pouch.

He also gathered several rocks of the same size.

With the bear and snake skins, he made pouches and a shoulder bag.

The bag was slung diagonally from his shoulder.

‘It’s labor. Just labor.’

It had been a while since he worked up such a sweat.

Despite the winter cold, sweat ran down his forehead. Only then did he find the stream.

He hated the cold terribly, but if he left his body unchecked, he’d fall ill. Hygiene was a basic necessity.

He built a fire and took a deep breath.

“Ha, let’s go.”

It was something that required resolve. As he dipped his feet into the cold water, his whole body shivered.

‘Ah, damn bastard.’

The more this happened, the more his hatred grew. He thought of the one who had pushed him this far. It was because of that fool obsessed with immortality.

‘I’ll definitely kill him. I’ll make sure to kill him like a dog.’

The grudge deepened the more he soaked his body in the cold water.

Grinding his teeth, he washed, then smeared some silkweed and other herbs on his body. He warmed himself by the fire.

Tat-tat-tat.

His jaw trembled. His front teeth collided harshly.

Rem possessed abnormal strength, but that didn’t mean he could withstand the cold.

‘I should’ve received the spell.’

He regretted it in moments like this.

It was unbearably cold. If he had received even a bit of the spell, he wouldn’t be freezing like this.

There was nothing he could do now.

Holding onto a heated stone, he endured. Once his body dried out, he wrapped himself in warm leather again, finally feeling alive.

‘Ah, I’ll kill you for sure.’

The grudge remained, or rather, grew deeper.

Once the preparations were done, Rem headed to the main camp. He wasn’t Ragna. Retracing his steps wasn’t difficult, and following the trail was a strategy he had mastered.

Soon, the sounds of battle reached his ears.

He gauged the distance, assessed the situation, and emerged from the forest, walking swiftly towards the battlefield.

There were many monsters. Red-eyed wolves stared at him.

A few of them growled {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} and created an atmosphere of fear, charging toward him.

The mixture of wild energy and demonic power radiated from them, making it clear how ferocious they were.

Though any ordinary person or moderately trained soldier would have been stunned, Rem was not.

“Get lost.”

Rem exuded a sense of intimidation. It wasn’t quite the same as what the knight had shown, but it pressed down on the atmosphere just as effectively.

With his momentum, he let them know who he was.

A few of the beasts hesitated under the pressure, but they didn’t flee. Rem walked, slicing the air with his axe in small, controlled motions.

Vertical, horizontal, diagonal.

In three quick axe swings, four of the beasts were severed. Not three, but four.

The second horizontal swing caught two of their heads.

With a few of the beasts dead, the one he had been looking for appeared.

The one floating a throwing spear in the air.

He had noticed the trick right away.

He was wrapping a springy thread around the spear to use it. It was a technique not seen in the West. No, trying to imitate a falling weapon with such a trick—what was he thinking? It took Rem a moment to fully recognize it.

Now that he had figured it out, he had also grasped the opponent's personality and fighting style.

When someone steps forward with confidence, there’s usually a reason.

That weapon was both his strength and his weakness. At least that was Rem’s judgment.

‘All he learned was how to catch in this continent. Bastard.’

The thin thread that looked almost invisible gave the illusion of floating in the air.

“Hey!”

Rem called out to him. The person running forward turned around.

The one who tilted his head looked startled.

‘That bastard, he was running away when I chased him, but now he’s coming to me on his own?’

It seemed like he was saying that.

“You’re dead.”

Rem spoke, and the Immortal Lunatic grinned with a half-young, half-old face in a ridiculous smile.

He had been rushing out to deal with the wolf bishop.

A few fanatics nearby rushed toward Rem.

“Heretic!”

“Praise the Lord!”

The axe in Rem’s right hand swung again. With two quick chops, two heads flew into the air.

The Immortal Lunatic’s eyes carefully examined Rem’s movements.

He probably hadn’t recovered fully from his injuries.

Did he sharpen the axe? It was razor-sharp.

The Immortal Lunatic, still grinning, stopped and turned his body.

One of the strengths of the wolf bishop was its tenacity. It wouldn’t die easily. While enduring, he’d deal with this first. He couldn’t fight with his back exposed.

A few of the fanatics looked uncertain.

They clearly seemed to think they weren’t a match.

Rem rubbed his ribs and checked his ankle.

He planted his feet and turned them around.

Not bad.

“You came to die.”

The Immortal Lunatic spoke.

“Oh, I came to kill you.”

Rem replied, not backing down from the words.

***

The Immortal Lunatic sent a spear flying into the air.

If you were to look from the side, it would be pure mystery.

The magic is what the West calls sorcery.

To achieve something like this is what could be considered the essence of magic.

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"Hey, that’s not even a throwing weapon, right?"

When you see the trick behind it, it doesn’t seem that impressive.

"Crazy bastard."

Rem’s fellow countryman denied it. He then threw the spear.

Even if it’s invisible, if you know the principle, it’s not difficult to track its movement. At least, not for Rem.

The invisible thread sends the spear flying. It’s likely connected to the forearm or fingers.

Clang!

When Rem struck the spear’s tip with his axe, pain shot through his side.

Lowering his posture as if to charge, the Immortal Lunatic drew a second spear.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

The spears lengthened. From two to three, three to four.

He raised all the spears that had been hanging behind his back.

Quite a skill. A crafty bastard.

Rem added the pain in his side to his growing anger.

The pain from defending himself? It was all that bastard’s fault.

"Die, you half-wit."

Four spears, a bear’s forearm, and a wolf’s leg.

Just because he didn’t inherit sorcery doesn’t mean he couldn’t recognize it.

It was the trace of a divine blessing. The spear techniques had been elevated into a form of sorcery.

"Damned bastard, playing from far away like that."

Rem admired and praised his fellow countryman’s skill, but the Immortal Lunatic only scoffed.

The half-wit had terrible battle instincts. He was a fool.

Had the level of Western warriors dropped? Maybe.

He had killed too many of those who were good enough to be considered competent before he left.

But putting that aside, they had spilled too much blood fighting among themselves.

Anyway.

‘If you wanted to win, you should’ve fought up close.’

That was what should’ve happened.

Of course, Rem had prepared for that.

He was the one who couldn’t block two spears in the previous battle.

At this distance, roughly fifteen paces, his spear could fully display its power.

In other words, the Immortal Lunatic had never lost in a fight at this range.

Rem slowly extended his foot. The Immortal Lunatic watched.

It would be better to distance himself a little further.

The range of the spear, connected by a thread, was more than twenty paces.

‘Not a throwing weapon, huh?’

You idiot, through experience and training, my spear has become a divine weapon beyond just a throwing weapon.

The Immortal Lunatic was confident of victory.

The four spears reacted to the invisible thread connected to his fingers.

Thud, they flew lightly through the air, two to the left and right of his head, two to the left and right of his forearms, making a total of four spears hovering in the air.

As the spears moved forward and back, it almost seemed as if they were trying to pierce the opponent’s body, shaking as they did.

‘You think you can beat me without sorcery?’

The Immortal Lunatic was a wanderer who had spent his life searching for a way to live forever.

He was over a hundred years old.

In that time, he had gained much.

The power of the spears in his hands came from sorcery he had gained in the past.

The process of inscribing sorcery into the threads had been tedious.

But look at this.

His weapon was now as deadly as any throwing weapon, pressuring and killing the enemy with ease.

Rem silently observed his opponent.

‘He thinks he’s won.’

The Immortal Lunatic was convinced of victory, believing this was his range.

"You idiot."

Along with the words, Rem drew out his prepared weapon.

No sorcery, no invisible threads—just pure muscle strength.

If he could throw a projectile ten times faster than the spears using only his strength, this was his range too.

He pulled out a weapon made from bear hide and twisted bark.

A slingshot.

Rem pulled a stone from the pouch strapped to his body and placed it in the leather sling before beginning to swing it.

The leather whipped around his shoulder, arm, and hand, until it reached above his head.

The centrifugal force made the stone spin, and the sling formed a disc above Rem’s head.

Whoosh!

The sound cut through the air as the projectile was launched.

The slingshot was something Rem had used since childhood.

It was a familiar weapon.

He wasn’t going to miss.

He aimed and threw.

The stone, powered by centrifugal force, flew.

It was so fast that not even Rem could see it properly.

No one here would be able to see it either.

"Whoa!"

The Immortal Lunatic was startled and raised the four spears vertically to form a wall.

It was a moment of quick thinking and reaction.

He was also lucky.

Thud!

The stone collided with the spear, shattering it into dozens of pieces, which rained down on the Immortal Lunatic.

The shards scattered across his thick leather armor.

"You madman!"

The Immortal Lunatic moved frantically.

The impact sent his spear wall flying back.

A simple stone had more force than sorcery.

Was this even possible?

No matter how skilled, could a stone possibly be more powerful than sorcery?

It was an incredible trick.

How could he throw the stone with such precision?

Even the Immortal Lunatic, stunned by the power, found it hard to believe.

Whoosh!

A second disc formed above Rem’s head.

The dreadful noise assaulted his ears.

"Had enough of the show?"

With the words, the second stone was released.

The Immortal Lunatic crouched. The spears dispersed to either side and dropped lower.

Even if he tried to aim, it was hard to hit at such a low position.

And he threw two spearheads as well.

The spears flew low to the ground, their tips pointed upwards—an advanced technique called "Dragonfly Wings."

The two spears remained to guard his body.

The Immortal Lunatic, who refused to age or die, had earned that nickname for a reason.

His body was his most prized possession.

Rem struck the incoming spears with his axe.

This time, it was different.

With minimal movement, he deflected and dodged them.

It was a slick, almost sword-like axe maneuver.

Originally, the technique was not limited to swordplay but also to other weapons.

Still, Rem’s use of the technique felt more natural.

"Where did you learn that trick?"

The Immortal Lunatic muttered.

"It’s mine. The axe-evading bastard in front of me."

Rem was a genius. The technique had been used on him countless times, so there was no reason he couldn’t replicate it.

It wasn’t something he had relied on until now, but when it was needed, he used it with ease.

Had he not blocked two spears before? That didn’t seem too threatening.

Having already experienced the attack once, he easily dodged two spears.

Whoosh!

The third disc spun above his head.

The Immortal Lunatic’s face went pale.

No matter how strong a bear or how fast a leopard was, they couldn’t possibly match the speed and force of this stone.

Rem had already determined the outcome of the fight.

Why get close and risk injuries when there was no need?

His opponent was a fool.

‘Damn, idiot.’

If it had been Enkrid, he would have charged headfirst, risking his life.

The half-wit had forgotten what a real fight was.

"To someone who can’t even wield sorcery, you’re pathetic!"

The Immortal Lunatic shouted in anger, but it was not anger—it was fear.

Enkrid never showed fear, no matter the situation.

He was a pilgrim on a journey, never halting his steps, a wanderer in search of his path.

And so, he walked his maddened path.

"You won’t make it."

Rem said. The comparison was almost laughable.

The Immortal Lunatic blocked the third stone with four spears.

The shock from the impact created a bizarre gray whirlwind of stone dust and sleet, which disappeared.

Whoosh!

The fourth disc was thrown. It snapped! But the string broke mid-flight.

Rem’s weapon was built to withstand his power, further enhanced by centrifugal force.

This was normal.

The broken string hung loosely, and the Immortal Lunatic’s eyes were filled not with fear, but with elation.

"You idiot! Even a great weapon is nothing without full power! To think you’d come at me with such a feeble weapon! Ha ha ha!"

What was he saying?

Rem, amused by his opponent’s excitement, pulled out his second slingshot from his pack.

Did he really think the string would break?

His diagonal slingshot pouch was full of stones.

He had five identical slingshots in his pack.

‘Three will do.’

He thought two would break the string.

"Huh? Huh? There’s more?"

The Immortal Lunatic’s eyes trembled.

"Idiot."

Rem sneered at him.