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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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Dead arise

Volk sneered, his massive frame towering over the eerie, desolate landscape of the Draconic Graveyard.

The bones crunched under his heavy boots as he sized up the edgy teenager who stood across from him.

The kid was all cockiness, his smirk and casual stance clearly meant to provoke.

Without a word, Volk kicked up a massive bone from the ground, launching it through the air toward the brat.

He grinned wickedly as the bone flew, using its trajectory to hide his own movement as he charged forward behind it, axe in hand, ready to strike.

The bone whizzed through the air.

Swoosh!

The teenager barely moved, his grin widening as he sidestepped the attack with ease.

Volk's eyes widened, but before he could adjust his approach, the teenager mumbled something under his breath.

"Dead Exchange."

Volk furrowed his brow.

What the hell does that mean? But he had no time to think.