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Strongest Radioactive System

VOLK SMAAAAASSH! Reincarnated with a body like a nuclear bomb, let's turn this magical world into a nuclear wasteland! As someone who loved fighting, Volk Mogger was the most miserable of them all. Born with a small frame, tiny limbs, and underdeveloped muscles, he struggled to grasp anything that was taught to him. He was relegated to merely watching others fight—whether on the internet, on television, or in real life. One day, while riding in his wheelchair, he was abducted and taken to a strange place for a radioactive experiment, which ultimately failed. However, Volk soon discovered that he had been reincarnated in a magical world as a member of an Orc horde, which was hunted by higher life forms despite merely wanting to establish a land where they could honor their traditions and build a home alongside their symbiotic partners, the Elven Witch races. Suddenly, a system screen appeared before Volk, announcing that he had acquired the power to transform into an invincible radioactive titan who yearns to be the strongest of them all. However, this transformation had a time limit, and to extend that limit, he had to win! But win what? Ding! | Beat up the Orcs thief who stole your spoil and a chance to have a wife! | Reward: Extend the radioactive time to 2 minutes. | Failure: Minus 1 minute. | Current radioactive time: 2 minutes. |

Espiritu_Santu · War
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346 Chs
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Another test

The cheers erupted like a storm within the catacombs.

The Orcs raised their fists in the air, their deep voices booming through the cavern as they surrounded Gurrak, now a hulking behemoth after successfully completing his third Grum-gar mutation.

The once dim-lit and tense cave now echoed with the sound of triumph.

"GURRAK! GURRAK! GURRAK!"

They chanted his name in unison, their voices bouncing off the stone walls.

Gurrak stood tall in the middle, his chest heaving, his massive form looming over the others.

He raised both his thick, muscled arms, flexing with pride as the rest of the Orcs slapped his back and grabbed his arms in congratulations.

"I can't believe it!" one of the Orcs shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring celebration. "Three mutations! Three!"