He then focused his attention on the Lightning Element skill tree. Fourteen remaining skill points — all of them went straight in.
[Skill Unlocked: Divine Cataclysm]
[Type: Lightning Element – Cataclysm-Class]
[Range: 1,000 miles]
[ Description: A world-ending lightning spell that turns the atmosphere itself into its weapon. When activated, the caster releases a surge that races through the air at near light speed, splitting molecules apart as it travels.
Oxygen and moisture are superheated into plasma, carrying the current across continents. Buildings, mountains, and oceans evaporate under the heat — reaching over 30,000 Kelvin at each core arc.
The lightning doesn't strike once; it spreads endlessly, devouring everything it touches until only scorched earth and burning sky remain. ]
Luke's expression shifted from calm to impressed.
It was exactly as he'd built it — terrifying and beautiful in its destruction.
When he designed the lightning element for his game, he didn't want the usual flashy, cinematic thunderbolts everyone used. He wanted realism — scientific destruction. Something that made sense in physics, yet still felt divine in power.
He'd researched lightning temperatures, plasma conductivity, and atmospheric reactions for days before creating a series of spells that could melt continents.
Divine Cataclysm was the lowest-tier among them.
It wasn't just a flashy lightning spell. It was a weapon of extinction.
Unlike a nuclear explosion which left fallout and wreckage, this didn't even leave dust behind. Anything caught in the radius would simply cease to exist — the land itself turning into glowing magma from the sheer heat.
Then Luke looked at his updated status — he had a lot of stat points to allocate.
[Status]
[Class: Arcane Warrior]
[Race : Wraith-Born ( Evolution not available )]
[Level: 40 (Class change required)]
[EXP: 536,032,895 / 536,032,895 (Excess Stored: 16,343,687,934)]
[HP: 1,878 / 1,878]
[MP: 16,000 / 16,000]
[Stamina: 884 / 884]
[Strength: 93]
[Agility: 75]
[Endurance: 117]
[Intelligence: 92]
[Wisdom: 86]
[Luck: 7]
[Unallocated Stat Points: 80]
[Unallocated Skill Points: 0]
[SP: 7000]
[Traits: Pseudo-immortality, Regeneration (Advanced), Arcane Mantle, Telekinesis (Intermediate), Lord of Fire (Advanced)]
[Skills: Basic Martial Arts, Fire Fist, Fireball, Fire Kick, Flame Sweep, Heat Burst, Blazing Dash, Stone Spike, Stone Skin, Quake, Meteor Flame Strike (Intermediate), Flame Pillar (Intermediate), Combustion Field (Intermediate), Meteorite ( Advanced ), Breath of the Dragon ( Advanced ) ].
[Cataclysm Skills (One that can destroy continents and planets) : Divine Cataclysm ]
[Heart of the Infinite Well] (Passive)]
MP capacity ×10 (1000% increase)
MP regeneration +200%
If MP < 10%, regeneration spikes to +350% until recovery above 10%
Then he adjusted his stats, focusing on what mattered most right now — mana.
He allocated 40 points to Intelligence and another 40 to Wisdom, watching the numbers climb instantly as the system recalculated his totals.
[MP: 24,000 / 24,000]
[Intelligence: 132]
[Wisdom: 126]
Then he looked down at the massive crater below — a hollow scar of molten earth where Shanghai once stood.
He watched for a moment, then turned away. The 5x EXP multiplier was still active, and he wasn't about to waste it.
With a sharp burst of wind, Luke shot forward, vanishing into the sky with a thunderclap. There were still plenty of infected cities left — and every one of them was an opportunity to level up.
***
Over the next thirty days, Luke swept across the Asian continent like a moving storm.
He hit one city after another — Beijing, Delhi, Seoul, Bangkok, Manila — places once overflowing with life, now reduced to silence and ruin.
Each time, the sky darkened, the ground trembled, and when the light cleared, millions of undead were gone.
Entire hordes were wiped from existence, leaving only scorched earth and empty streets.
But it wasn't all destruction.
Between battles, Luke searched for survivors — scattered groups who had managed to hold out in old apartment complexes, school buildings, half-collapsed villages, and hidden countryside settlements.
Some had formed small communities, defending themselves with makeshift barricades and old weapons.
Luke didn't just pass them by.
He gave them food and reinforced their shelters. He helped relocate larger survivor groups to safer regions and marked each place on his world map — future outposts that could grow into stable zones.
By the third week, Asia had begun to change. The constant drone of the undead had quieted.
Word spread quickly among the survivors — stories about a lone figure flying across the skies, lightning in his wake and fire trailing behind.
Some whispered he was humanity's savior; others thought he was something far more powerful, a being sent to cleanse the world.
Luke ignored the rumors. He wasn't after worship or thanks.
Along the way, he had also taken care of something far more important — the Umbrella underground facility in Tokyo.
Hidden beneath layers of reinforced metal and viral containment zones, it hadn't lasted more than a few minutes once he found it.
A single plasma detonation through the ventilation shafts had collapsed the entire structure, wiping out everything inside — data, test subjects, and the last trace of Umbrella's operations in Japan.
Now, his path had brought him farther west — to India.
The reason was simple.
He'd always wanted to see the Taj Mahal once in his life. One of the Seven Wonders of the World, a place he'd only ever seen in photos back when Earth was still normal.
And since he was already in Asia — and soon planning to leave — he figured this was his only chance.
He descended slowly through the dust-filled air until the structure came into view.
The Taj Mahal stood there, still recognizable… but barely.
The white marble, once pure and gleaming, was now stained with dirt, cracks, and dried blood. Sections of the domes had collapsed inward, and weeds crawled up what remained of the intricate carvings.
The reflecting pool out front was filled with muddy water and debris.
"Hmm." Luke muttered quietly, hovering a few feet off the ground. "Well… this is the horror version of a Seven Wonder."
His voice was calm, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. The Taj Mahal — once a symbol of love and beauty — now looked like something out of a haunted film.