Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 640

640. Only the first letter

It’s the same day, but the mindset is different.

‘Let’s cut off his neck and get out.’

The first goal. Cut off the neck and escape. Of course, it wasn’t easy.
As always, Encred didn’t waste a single day.
He didn’t die to gather information and hone his judgment. He tried to finish each day without getting tired, finding a way to win.
Did that impress the boatman?
Maybe so.

“A guy who can’t even walk is trying to run.”

The boatman chewed his tongue. A person’s tongue can get chewed. But not the boatman. He conveys his intentions. He doesn’t use his actual vocal organs. Besides, this is in his mind or a dream. Therefore, it is impossible to speak while chewing his tongue. However,
the boatman he met on the second day spoke like a person who had chewed his tongue. It was very strange, but he didn’t think about it.
Encred’s head was filled with the demon called One Killer.

‘He used two swords with equal force.’

He could also control the power of his sword. He broke his left sword, but it was still weak. That’s why he cut his shoulder with his right sword.
The sinister devil child cut his shoulder and stepped back.

‘If I had done well, I could have just blocked it and cut off its head. What a damn bastard.’

Encred blandly cursed the devil’s insidiousness.
Should he call it devilish to use tricks so frequently? Or should he curse the devil for being dirty? That
was not something a person using a Valen-style mercenary sword should say.
It was true that techniques that were effective when used by oneself were more difficult and deadly when used by an enemy.

‘Is that natural, since he’s a devil?’

Is it painful? Is it hard? Are you tired? Should you collapse? Should you just lie face down and breathe?
A dark night, a night without even a single moonlight.
A wall darker than that night blocks your way. But there is no need to discuss frustration and despair.
If you can’t see, you can crawl up by feeling with your hands.
That’s what Encred did.
When he used the Valen-style mercenary sword, pretending to lose, he first cut off his neck, but his foot was cut.
When he used the Valen-style mercenary sword, pretending to lose, he was fooled and couldn’t cut his neck, but instead, his thigh was stabbed.
His forearm, fingers, legs, and even shins were all cut evenly.
He couldn’t start the moment of the match every time. He said his skill was just a little different, but honestly, he couldn’t help but feel a little behind. So there were times when he won and lost repeatedly.
Of course, as he repeated today, Encred began to read and memorize his enemy’s patterns.
I’ve seen matches that took a hundred and eighty rounds end in just three rounds, and
I’ve even danced with sparks flying from clashing swords over three hundred times.

“It’s as soft as silver. It’s too soft.”

From time to time, the boatman kept spewing out words that bordered on accusations.

“To make fire, you need wood and straw.”

In the meantime, he spoke as if he was imitating a wise man.

“That’s too much greed. You want to save everyone? You want to protect their backs? That’s too much.”

Between the boatman’s words, Encred repeated today dozens of times.

“Okay, will you save me?”

We exchange words like Shinar. Of course, the words that come out are not always the same.
The future is changeable, so today that we have experienced once cannot necessarily be the same today.

“Will you swing that sword for me?”
“Would it be okay for me to stand behind your back as well?”
“You’ve finished preparing for the wedding, right? If you come back alive, it’ll be a grand wedding.”

So, this is what was said.
Of course, when the last words came out, I gave a firm answer.

“Should I just go back?”
“No, help me.”

Shinar’s words pierced my lungs every time. As vivid as it was to fight and compete with the demonic One Killer.
I felt pain in her words, as if I couldn’t avoid the falling rain. It was a concentrated pain that I had been holding on to for a long time.
The boatman spoke again.

“You’re like a half-penny. You don’t know how to give up? That’s ridiculous. Change your thinking. You’ll go crazy if you keep repeating the same day. That’s the path you have to walk.”

Encred focused his thoughts on one point. Because of that, he didn’t listen to what the boatman said.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened.
However, he used this as a guideline for the day. He roughly counted how many times today it was based on the boatman’s words. That’s why he naturally memorized what the boatman said.
The second time today, he bit his tongue because he couldn’t even walk.
What was next? He groped his memory and engraved it. He had done this several times in the past today, using the boatman’s words as a starting point.

“Answer me. Don’t you need advice? I’ll tell you even if you don’t answer. That’s my generosity. Here’s how to get out of today.”

Today is that day.
After fighting and repeating, Encred had come to the conclusion that the One Killer bastard only showing murderous intent was also a sinister means.

‘Is there a blade hidden at the tip of your foot?’

The fact that it appeared human-like was also a trick. Blades were sticking out from everywhere on its body.
Even though it wasn’t wearing a helmet, it didn’t aim for the head, so it seemed to focus on leaving wounds somewhere on the body, but it was also hiding a blow that could split the head.

‘Strong.’

It’s not just a strong level. It’s one of the most difficult enemies I’ve ever faced.
It’s all like that: strength, speed, judgment, weapon utilization, etc. It
just stabs, cuts, and hits without any particular form or format.

‘That’s why it’s more difficult.’

While I was thinking about it, the boatman finally brought up his purpose, even though I didn’t really answer.

“If you listen and ignore, you will end up staying here. So listen, prisoner.”

I was trying to figure out the present while concentrating and wandering around to find a way.
The boatman’s voice pierced through my whole body and resonated. I don’t know how he did it, but it was a way I couldn’t help but hear.
If I had to describe it, it was like someone grabbing my ear and coming right up to me and saying something.
The actual content was no different from a dog barking.

“Put up your shield.”
“Shield?”

When I responded, the words the boatman spoke were amazing.

“Put the Prok in front and the human in front, and let him take a hit with the fairy. Then I can kill him.”

The devil’s whispers are said to be sweet. So is the boatman a devil?
Probably not. Those words did not sound sweet to Encred at all.

“Oh, yes.”

So I ignored it.
In a way, it was a reasonable and valid argument. If you use the people around you as meat shields or sword guards, you will win.
So I accepted some of the boatman’s opinions and used them.
I kicked the corpses of monsters rolling on the floor and picked them up with my sword to use them as shields.
As I did that, the situation looked quite funny.
It was one of dozens of todays. While I was deliberately prolonging the fight, I overheard what Luagarne said, and it was hard to deny it.

“People are not rational, but the devil acts rationally.”

The devil was sinister, but his responses were always rational.
On the other hand, Encred did not. He did crazy things to break the wall of rationality that his opponent had. He swung a dagger in his mouth, used the corpses of monsters, and even broke the stone floor. If
someone were to watch all of this, they would say it was truly contradictory.
Encred repeated that today.
He walked an irrational path.
He drew the enemy’s attention with a fake sword swing, and then clashed again and died. He also tried to push away what he mistook for poison with his will of rejection.
He was pushed back. It seemed like he could get rid of it.

‘The problem is that my body stops in the middle of it.’

In the midst of a battle where even a blink of an eye is not allowed, there is no time to push away something that has entered the body leisurely.
Even if it is a short moment, there will be an opening, and in such an opening, One Killer will be able to cut Encred’s body into pieces and wrap it up.
Therefore, it is difficult to overcome what has dug inside.
It is dark. I cannot see the path. But I move forward. As the struggle continues, I know more.
As my synesthesia develops and my field of vision opens, I can see these things.

‘The source is the same.’

Esther’s words came to mind. Demons also use intangible powers. The source of this power is magic, something drawn from the atmosphere.

‘Refined magic power is used.’

That seemed to be the way to do it. It was information obtained by feeling with one’s hands in the realm of the sixth sense. Then, I also learned things I didn’t necessarily want to know.

‘I was planning to kill them all and kill Shinar too.’

That was Shinar’s determination. It was a statement that came out based on the information obtained from the repeated today.

“If you all just go back and wait, I’ll finish it.”

Whether it was a hundred years or a thousand years, they were determined to stay by the devil’s side and die together. The same was true for the fairy clan. They were determined to kill the devil even if it meant sacrificing their clan.
It is said that fairies do not move with resentment. So why did they fight so desperately?

“You made the wrong choice. You should have found a way to fight and kill the monster instead of ignoring it.”

This is what I heard from Bran in the middle. Based on this, it can be seen that the Elf clan changed the rudder by turning the steering wheel of the ship they were sailing for stability and peace.

‘The determination to fight, not to be patient, to achieve peace.’

Preparations for that would have been carried out step by step.
Sending out some fairies and making deals would have been such preparations.
Encred selected, interpreted, and acquired information, taking what he needed and discarding what he didn’t need.
In the meantime, he still didn’t know how to kill demons.
That doesn’t mean he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t wasted a single day of time doing nothing.
If he didn’t know, he had no choice but to roll around until he did, so he did.
Anyway, while fighting the One Killer, he learned that he refined his magic and used it as a source. That had a similar effect to Will.

‘Demons are born with the ability to refine and use magical power.’

If that refined magic power were to enter a beast, it would become a demon.
Aside from battle accidents, there were things that would seep through the gaps of high-speed accidents.
Encred didn’t necessarily reject that.

What is the line that separates will and divinity, sorcery, and magic? Where is the line drawn?

‘We don’t need boundaries. We need justice.’

The conclusion of the accident was like that.
Will is something that was built up through the efforts of the trained body itself.
Magic aims to change everything.
You can see it from what Esther usually shows. She changes clothes and changes magic power to fire or cold. In terms of visible things, she even made something like a icicle spear.
Magic is about changing the essence.
Divinity? It is durability. It is like a rock that doesn’t shake easily.

‘That’s because you use faith as a shield.’

If some of the true power of God is infused here, it can change the physical body of others. Healing is also a part of it.

‘That’s why the gray hairs can’t spread the light of healing.’

From what I saw and experienced, understanding followed.
The Gray Divine Unit, instead of being able to spread healing light, maintained their aggression.
They were deformed divinities, so they could no longer be called divinities.
The other aspects of sorcery also entered the realm of understanding. If you utilize what Will trained, sorcery is more than training, it is an act of drawing future assets.

‘The heart of the beast, the heart of monstrous strength.’

It’s about arbitrarily pulling out what you haven’t achieved yet.
Instead, you have to pay a price. Either extreme muscle pain or life.
In fact, all of these things aren’t necessary right now, but they’re organized one by one and serve as indicators of what you need to do now.
Today is repeated again. Hope blooms on the faces of the fairies. As the One Killer appears and fights, the emotions on their faces change.
From hope to despair.
Encred watched everything calmly and endured.

‘Condensed muscles.’

The Demon One Killer had muscles of different density, outside the normal category. It was almost like a chimera.

‘Is this magic’s purpose to create special monsters?’

Was the One Killer born because his purpose was extreme? I didn’t know. He had
luck and skill, and he had even cut off a neck.
Thanks to that, he learned that the One Killer wouldn’t die even if his neck was cut off.

‘Heartless has no heart.’

So even if you stab its heart, it will survive and attack.
Should I say it is the same type of drowned body that Pel had been fighting?
Then how can I win?
I seek an answer. I seek endlessly and continue to seek.
Then I had a dream. It was a dream that had nothing to do with the boatman and could be seen as a sudden dream.
I endured like any other day and died. I used my will to refuse and all the techniques I had, but in the end, I died because of a single scratch.
It was a short dream.
A person with blond hair, blue eyes, thick arms, and a pointed kite shield that covered half of his body spoke to me.

“Only the first letter.”

I wondered what it meant. After the dream passed, the boatman was hit by Encrid just like before.

“In the end, I guess I’ll have to stay in this day filled with pain.”

After experiencing this day more than two hundred times.

“Give up now.”

Encred felt a dissonance in the words of the boatman.
And that dissonance had been felt before.
There were ‘words’ that felt exactly that dissonance.
The boatman cannot chew his tongue. This is because he communicates by establishing his will and conveying his meaning.
Therefore, it is not like the boatman to say ‘walk’ in the phrase ‘A guy who can’t even walk is trying to run’.
High-speed thinking skips the process and recognizes the situation to find the answer.
It searches for memories. It is difficult to remember something that was said several months ago. But it is not impossible.
It was possible because he let the words of the boatman go in one ear and out the other, but used them as a standard for counting down the days.

“He who can’t even walk is trying to run.”
“It’s as soft as silver. It’s too weak.”
“You need wood and straw to make a fire.”
“That’s too greedy. You want to save everyone? You want to protect their backs? It’s too much, too much.”
“You’re a cheapskate. You don’t know how to give up? That’s ridiculous. Change your thinking. You’ll go crazy repeating the same day. That’s the path you have to walk.”
“Answer me. Don’t you need advice? I’ll tell you even if you don’t answer. That’s my generosity. Here’s how to escape today.”

Only the first letters are used.

‘Walk, silver, fire, and, half, big.’

The opposite of walking fire? What? Just before fighting the demon one-killer, when he was receiving the shock of the fairy society, he accepted the advice given by the boatman.
He did not unconditionally reject what the boatman said.

‘The opposite of walking fire.’

Today, when he woke up again, Encred saw a small light.
He didn’t know if it was the boatman’s trick to deceive him, but his intuition told him that it was light.
The light shining through the gap between the dark and solid walls touched his hand.
The reason why he was happy to face an insurmountable wall was because he knew the pleasure of overcoming it.
Once again, joy filled his whole body. The ship was happier than when he had faced the wall before.

“Hey, devil. Let’s have some serious fun.”

The pleasure was directed at the devil.
To those who had not repeated today, it was just the same as usual, crazy Encrid.