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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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Baron Territory

In the sprawling halls of Baron Geisler's mansion, a meeting room bristled with tension.

A grand table stretched the length of the chamber, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine.

Surrounding it were advisors, military strategists, and key members of the household.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the faint tang of wine, but even these luxuries couldn't mask the anxiety permeating the room.

The Baron himself, a towering figure with a thick salt-and-pepper beard, sat at the head of the table.

His piercing gray eyes swept across the room, scrutinizing every face as if daring anyone to speak out of turn.

Despite his formidable presence, his brow was furrowed in thought, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as the discussions raged around him.