I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 119 Was it all truly for nothing?

Nia had given up on the Bureau.

She turned her gaze toward the crowd, searching for a single ally among the faces she knew. These were the same people who, back when her father was alive, had practically tripped over themselves to worship him. They used to chant Astrachior’s name like a prayer, desperate for even a nod of his approval. Now, they avoided her eyes, shifting uncomfortably or staring at the ground.

The man in the ghost mask was clearly a psychopath, a killer who wouldn’t hesitate to paint the street red, and his power was undeniable. No one was willing to gamble their life for a dead man’s dignity.

Anger and grief warred in Nia’s chest until she couldn’t stay silent.

"Kim, have you forgotten?" Nia demanded, staring down a middle aged man in the front row. "When your son went missing and was nearly eaten alive by monsters, my father didn’t ask for a single cent. He used his astrology to find him for you. Now his body is being desecrated right in front of you, and you just stand there? Does your conscience really not bother you?"

Kim’s face flickered with a brief flash of shame before twisting into a mask of resentment.

"So what? I begged Astrachior for help, and what did he do? He pointed a finger in a general direction. I was the one who actually pulled my boy out of that monster’s den. I nearly died doing it! I was bedridden for weeks. If your father was so great, he would have handled it himself instead of making me do the dirty work."

Nia turned pale, her eyes darting to a tall, younger woman.

"Ella, do you feel the same way? During your class awakening, your dual paths nearly tore your body apart. My father stepped in personally to stabilize your energy. You wouldn’t be breathing if it wasn’t for him. Are you really going to just watch?"

Ella looked away, a cold, defensive sneer forming on her lips.

"Did I ask for his help? For all I know, if he hadn’t interfered, I would have become the first successful dual class user in history. I would have been a legend. Honestly, Astrachior was probably just another elitist who couldn’t stand the idea of a woman outshining him, so he sabotaged my potential under the guise of saving me."

Nia bit her lip so hard she drew blood, but she didn’t feel the pain.

She had never imagined people could be this shameless. She had never known the world was capable of such a grotesque inversion of the truth.

She questioned several others, people who owed their careers, their health, or their lives to Astrachior. Without exception, they didn’t just refuse to help; they took the opportunity to spit on his memory.

Great kindness often breeds great resentment.

They were giving Nia a brutal lesson in human nature. When the benefactor falls, the debt disappears, and the debtors are the first to cast stones to justify their betrayal. Besides, everyone could see the writing on the wall. The Bureau was nowhere to be found, which meant someone very powerful was pulling the strings from the shadows.

Risking everything for a dead man against a living power player was simply bad business.

Nia started to laugh, a hollow, heartbroken sound. She knew life would be difficult after her father passed, but she never expected it to be this cruel.

A hearse intercepted in broad daylight, her own body broken and bleeding, a madman demanding to pry open the casket, and not a single person of influence raised a finger. Those who had gained the most from her father’s life were suddenly deaf and blind.

"Father, was it all truly for nothing?"

Tears traced hot paths down her cheeks. At this moment, her world collapsed. She felt utterly lost.

Then, a jagged, desperate scream shattered the silence.

"You bastards! Get away from his casket!"

An elderly man with hair as white as snow charged at the ghost masked killer. His face was flushed with pure rage, and his hands trembled as he swung a common garden shovel.

The masked man didn’t even blink. He delivered a casual kick to the old man’s chest, sending him flying across the pavement. He crumpled into a heap, unmoving.

But that old man’s cry was a spark in a powder keg. Suddenly, the crowd began to surge forward.

These weren’t the powerful Classers or the wealthy elites. These were the elderly, the housewives, the blue collar workers, and the teenagers. Not a single empowered warrior among them.

They were just ordinary people. They carried pots, pans, kitchen knives, and baseball bats.

A heavy, warm hand settled on Nia’s shoulder.

"Don’t cry, Nia. You’re his daughter," a middle aged man in a tattered flannel shirt said. He spat into his palms and gripped a rusted hatchet. "Astrachior did everything for Old Shipyard Port. We won’t let them do this to him."

"He was our savior," a woman in a simple apron shouted, clutching a heavy pressure cooker like a club. "Don’t you worry, honey. We won’t let him be shamed."

Nia’s tears came faster now, a dam breaking inside her.

"No! Stop! Don’t go out there! You’ll die! Please, stay back!"

"Screw that! Since when did the men of Aurelion become cowards?" a mechanic yelled, brandishing a massive pipe wrench as he joined the fray. "If we let a good man be treated like this, who’s ever going to try being good again? Come on, brothers! Move!"

The empowered Classers who had benefited from Astrachior’s grace stayed in the shadows to protect themselves. But the powerless, the ones who had only known his kindness from a distance, stepped into the light.

A blur of figures rushed past Nia. They stood no chance against the masked men, but not a single one of them hesitated.

"I’m sorry... I’m so useless... I’m sorry..."

Nia’s vision blurred. She hated herself in that moment. She hated her weakness, hated that she was his daughter and yet she had to be shielded by a wall of ordinary people.

"What’s the play? Do we kill them all?" a man in a smiling mask asked, his voice dripping with excitement.

There were thousands of them, but they were weak. A systematic slaughter would only take an hour or two.

"Are you insane? You want to massacre a city of civilians?" the ghost masked leader snapped. "You want to bring the whole world down on us? Just set up a barrier and keep them back."

"Fine, fine," the smiling man shrugged. He turned to a woman wearing a crying mask. "The boss wants a barrier. Block these pests."

The woman nodded and raised her hand.

"Crystal Wall."

A faint white light pulsed from her palm, expanding instantly into a shimmering, transparent barrier that cut through the street, separating the mob from the hearse.

The wall was invisible but indestructible. The crowd slammed into it, rebounding off the energy and falling to the ground, unable to bridge the gap.

They didn’t stop, though. They threw themselves against the glass like waves against a cliff, screaming and pounding with their fists and tools.

But the strength of a commoner is a fly’s buzz to a high level Classer. No matter how many of them pushed, they couldn’t leave a single scratch on the barrier.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of curses as the leader in the ghost mask stood before the ice casket and raised his long blade.

"Stop it!"

Nia felt her heart tearing in two. She tried to move, but her injuries pinned her down. Just as the blade began its descent and she felt her soul slip into total despair, a voice like a frozen thunderclap exploded across the square, saturated with a killing intent so thick it felt physical.

"Forbidden Spell: Worldbane Thunderfall!"