I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 120 Blinded and Withered

In an instant, the sky above Old Shipyard Port fractured. Thunder shook the foundations of the city as black clouds swirled violently, looking like the onset of the apocalypse.

A bolt of violet lightning tore through the sky, carrying the weight of absolute destruction as it slammed toward the man in the ghost mask.

The sheer power of the strike seemed to warp the very air around it. Space itself rippled and distorted as the purple glare blinded the onlookers. Everyone in the port felt a primal surge of terror, as if the heavens weren’t just targeting the killer, but every living soul in the vicinity. The thunder didn’t just rumble; it exploded in their ears, deafening and raw.

The ghost masked man’s expression shifted from arrogance to pure shock. He never expected someone to unleash such a terrifying assault now.

He swung his long blade in a desperate arc, the cold steel flashing as he tried to parry the lightning. It was a futile gesture. The moment the steel touched the violet current, the blade shattered like wet parchment. The lightning didn’t slow down for a second.

It slammed into his chest, erupting in a spray of electrical discharge. The man screamed as the light swallowed him whole, and the concussive force sent him hurtling backward through the air.

When the glow finally faded, the man’s black robes were nothing but scorched rags. His mask had cracked down the middle, revealing a single eye wide with panicked disbelief.

The remaining four masked figures froze. They knew their leader’s strength better than anyone, yet he had been crippled in a single heartbeat.

Silence smothered the square, broken only by the faint hiss of scorched earth.

The crowd watched in stunned disbelief. The invincible monster who had been terrorizing them was broken and bleeding in the street. Had the gods themselves finally intervened?

Only Nia looked toward the source of the strike. Her face was a mask of shock. In all of Old Shipyard Port, there was only one person capable of casting that specific Forbidden Spell.

She had never imagined Zayne would actually step in.

Pale and trembling, Zayne moved through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as he stepped past the civilians and took his place in front of Astrachior’s ice casket, a silent, grim sentinel.

The ghost masked leader glared at him with his one visible eye, his gaze dripping with venom.

"It’s that Forbidden Spellcaster," he rasped, coughing up blood. "Trap him in a barrier! Kill him now!"

His subordinates snapped out of their daze. They fanned out, circling Zayne from four different directions. They had read his file. No matter how broken his class was, Zayne was only in his twenties.

"Kid, you could have stayed hidden and lived," the man in the smiling mask chuckled, his silhouette flickering like a ghost as he closed the gap. "But since you’re so eager to die, let us help you with that."

Four against one. All of them were Level 50 experts. To the smiling man, the outcome was already decided.

But they had underestimated the horror of a Forbidden Spellcaster, especially one who no longer cared if he lived to see tomorrow.

The woman in the crying mask clapped her hands together. Six invisible walls surged toward Zayne, closing in to form a crushing prison.

"Forbidden Spell: Eternal Adamant!"

Faint golden sparks flickered around Zayne’s skin. As the spell took hold, his once healthy frame began to wither, his muscles shrinking as the cost of the magic took its toll.

A golden lance materialized and streaked through the air, shattering the barrier like glass. It didn’t stop there. The projectile pierced the forehead of one of the masked attackers before he could even register what was happening. He took two more steps forward on sheer momentum before his body hit the pavement with a heavy thud.

"What?" the smiling man gasped, his blood running cold.

An instant kill. Zayne had erased one of them with a single flick of his wrist. The raw power was sickening.

Zayne wasn’t finished. He raised his hand again, a suffocating pressure building in his palm.

"Forbidden Spell: Worldbane Thunderfall!"

Another bolt of lightning shrieked down from the heavens. This time, Zayne’s target didn’t have the leader’s luck. The electricity vaporized the man’s defense and left nothing but a steaming, charred corpse on the scorched ground.

Zayne’s face grew even more gaunt, his skin clinging to his skull.

The smiling man stopped laughing. He moved in fast, aiming to end the fight before Zayne could cast again. He thought he had the advantage of speed.

Zayne didn’t even look at him. He fixed his gaze on the woman in the crying mask. She shivered, feeling an inexplicable weight settle over her soul. It was the feeling of being marked by Death itself.

"Die, you freak!"

The smiling man reached Zayne’s side. His dagger flashed in the sunlight, driving deep into Zayne’s throat.

The blade punched through the other side. A fountain of crimson sprayed from the severed artery. It was a kill shot. There was no coming back from that.

Both the smiling man and the crying woman felt a wave of relief wash over them. A suicidal Forbidden Spellcaster was a nightmare, but at least the nightmare was over.

"Stupid brat," the smiling man spat, twisting the blade before pulling it out with a sneer.

Even with his throat torn open, Zayne’s expression didn’t change.

"Forbidden Spell: Savage Death Rewind." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The gaping hole in his neck began to knit together with unnatural speed. Cells regenerated, flesh fused, and the blood flowed back into his veins. Within seconds, the wound was gone. Zayne’s eyes locked onto the two of them.

"Forbidden Spell: Everfrost Gaze."

Zayne’s eyeballs suddenly shriveled into his skull. Two streams of blood wept from his empty sockets, staining his cheeks.

"Run! Get out of here!" the smiling man screamed.

They had attacked from different sides specifically to prevent him from hitting them both with one spell. But they were too close now.

An ice-cold mist exploded outward. The smiling man and the crying woman felt their limbs lock up as an irresistible force took hold of their bodies. They tried to flee, but their muscles were already frozen solid.

The world turned white. In their final moments, they didn’t see a boy. They saw a pair of spectral, glowing blue eyes staring back from the void—eyes that promised nothing but the silence of the grave.

"No!" the smiling man shrieked, his voice filled with pure despair.

Then, there was only silence. The two of them stood as glistening, translucent ice statues, their life forces extinguished.

Four Forbidden Spells. Four Level 50 masters dead.

The sheer scale of the slaughter left the crowd paralyzed with fear. They looked at Zayne—blind, skeletal, and barely clinging to life—and yet no one dared to breathe.

That day, the world was reminded why the Forbidden Spellcaster was a class to be feared above all others.