I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 122 Who Exactly Are You?

As the last handful of soil fell, Astrachior’s funeral came to a solemn close. The setting sun filtered through the trees, casting jagged golden shards across the fresh earth, draping the final resting place of Aurelion’s most famous stargazer in a faint, ethereal glow. As night climbed the sky, the mourners gradually drifted away, leaving behind a heavy, dignified silence.

Eventually, only Zayne and Nia remained, standing before the grave like two statues carved from stone.

Nia turned her head stiffly. Seeing Zayne’s empty sockets and his skeletal, withered frame, her expression shifted into something deeply complex. This was the backlash of unleashing Forbidden Spells at full power. It meant Zayne was destined to live the rest of his life in darkness.

Today’s battle had forced her to see him differently. He wasn’t the useless fraud she had imagined him to be.

"Zayne... about today. Thank you."

She pulled a card from her pocket, stepped forward, and pressed it into his hand.

"There is a fortune on this card. It’s enough to ensure you live comfortably for the rest of your life, even as a blind man. I don’t like being in anyone’s debt."

Zayne nodded slowly. He offered flowers and poured a final libation of wine for Astrachior, then stood up. Without a word, he snapped the card in half and turned to walk away.

The sharp crack of the plastic made Nia’s brow furrow instantly.

"Zayne, what is that supposed to mean? Is the money not enough?"

"I get it! You fought to the death for my father, but I’ve compensated you fairly, haven’t I? Or are you planning to hold this favor over my head for more?"

Zayne paused, his back to her.

"Nia, you are incredibly full of yourself," he said quietly. "What I did today was to honor a teacher. I don’t want or need a reward."

"The truth is, from the moment we met, I wanted nothing to do with you. If it wasn’t for Astrachior, you would have been a corpse at my feet a long time ago."

"You know as well as I do: killing you would be no harder than snapping a chicken’s neck."

His voice was calm, but the words cut through Nia like a serrated blade.

"Zayne! How dare you! Explain yourself!" she demanded.

"Why should I explain anything to you? Stripped of your father’s name, Nia... who exactly are you?"

The question left Nia paralyzed. Her face flushed, then went pale, a kaleidoscope of humiliation and shock. She wanted to snap back, to scream, to defend her worth. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But she realized with a sinking heart that while Zayne was being cruel, every word he spoke was the absolute truth.

She had lived her entire life under Astrachior’s wing. It took his death for her to realize how pathetic her own strength was—she couldn’t even protect his casket. Without Astrachior, she was nothing more than a high born failure.

At that moment, her towering pride was shattered into dust.

Nia collapsed by the grave, looking like a hollow shell of her former self. Her fingers traced the cold marble of the tombstone.

"Father... was I really that wrong?"

Zayne used a discarded branch as a cane, tapping his way out of the cemetery.

While being blind was inconvenient, a Forbidden Spellcaster who grew in power while remaining perfectly healthy would eventually draw the wrong kind of attention. After today, the world would have no reason to link the crippled Zayne with the mysterious Shadowcaster.

Blake and Francis were waiting for him at the cemetery gates.

"Zayne..."

Seeing his state, Francis’s eyes welled with tears, his voice breaking.

"What are you crying for? I’m still breathing, aren’t I?" Zayne gave a wry grin, though it looked macabre with his gaunt face and empty eyes. He reached out, patting Francis on the shoulder. "Stop it. I’m fine, really."

Blake looked at Zayne with a heavy, somber expression.

"Zayne, what’s the plan? You could stay with me. I could use the company, and if the path of a Classer is too steep... you don’t have to walk it anymore."

Zayne smiled. He knew Blake was offering to take care of him for the rest of his life. But he couldn’t accept. He was only playing blind out of necessity; he wasn’t actually helpless.

"Mr. Ward, I appreciate the offer. But I still want to go to university. I don’t have long to live anyway. I’d rather see more of the world before the end. Maybe then, when death finally comes, I’ll have fewer regrets."

Blake remained silent for a long moment before nodding slowly.

"Very well. If that is your choice, I will support you. No matter where you go, the Ward family will be your shield."

On the way back, Blake also gave Zayne a card. Zayne didn’t know the balance, but he guessed it was at least as much as what Nia had offered.

Settling into the Ward estate, Zayne began the process of adapting to a world without sight. With his vision gone, his hearing and sense of smell sharpened. He learned to map his surroundings through sound.

A few nights later, a figure dropped beside him like a phantom. The movement was incredibly swift and light, like a feather hitting the floor, but it didn’t escape Zayne’s ears.

"Double J?"

Among his acquaintances, only Double J had that kind of grace.

"It’s me. I have to disappear. There’s a group hunting for me across the globe, and I can’t stay in the Port anymore. It’s only a matter of time before they corner me. I’m heading out to lie low."

"Also, the Shadowcaster identity is being hunted. There are eyes on you and Nia right now. I can’t stay long. Watch your back. Take care of yourself."

Double J whispered the warning and vanished into the night.

Zayne’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t realized he was being watched, which meant the observers were incredibly high level.

It was a good thing he had been fully committed to his role as a blind man these past few days. If he had slipped up once, he would be dead.

He had planned to sneak out of the city to hunt monsters and level up using Infinite Devour, but that was clearly off the table now. Yet, he couldn’t bear to let this precious time go to waste.

Zayne took a deep breath, his mind racing as he sat in the darkness. He needed a safe haven—a place where he could grow in power without being detected.

But where could he go? How long would they watch him? If they stayed for years, would he really have to stay at this level for years? That was unacceptable.

As Zayne wrestled with the dilemma, something suddenly tumbled out of his Singularity Ring on its own.