A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

“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.@@novelbin@@

‘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.