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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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236 Chs

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As the remnants of battle faded from the chamber, Volk's mind began to churn.

His thoughts flickered back to Warlock Zenveil, the one he fought with such relentless power.

There was something Zenveil had said—something that gnawed at him even now.

Slowly, he turned to the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, who stood around him, still marveling at their pale, transformed bodies.

Volk stepped forward, his voice low but commanding. "Pour some water on your bodies."

The Orcs stared at him in confusion. Grok'Thar furrowed his brow, his tusks twitching as if he hadn't heard Volk correctly. "Water?"

Volk nodded once, his eyes steady and unwavering. "Yes, water. Trust me on this."

There was a hesitant murmur among the Orcs.

Why would they pour water on themselves now, after everything that had just happened? But Volk's tone left little room for argument.

Slowly, a few Orcs unslung their water skins, tipping the cool liquid over their bodies.