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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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Awakened Dark elf

From beneath the barren, twisted soil of the Orzaroth realm, a slender, jet-black hand clawed its way through the ground, talons scraping against loose stone with a sharp scrrrrk.

The hand rose higher, soon revealing a forearm cloaked in a midnight shimmer, and then a shoulder, as an entire figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the earth.

She was tall, slender yet powerful, her silhouette both elegant and predatory.

This was Urza'lin, the Sorceress of the Void and warrior of the Dark Elves from the upper realm, now exiled to the depths of Orzaroth.

As she rose to her full height, Urza'lin stood still, catching her breath, though her face twisted into an expression of disdain.

Her dark, piercing eyes narrowed as she muttered, voice dripping with resentment. "That damned... Orc." Her hand clenched, talons digging into her palm as she spoke aloud, her words thick with venom.