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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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A tense, simmering silence followed the harpy leader's sharp command. The words "Prepare to enter" hung in the air like a poison cloud, and it wasn't long before dissent began to ripple through the gathered flock. First came the shuffling of talons against stone—the restless scraping of claws as several harpies hesitated, their wings twitching nervously. Then, the murmurs started. Soft at first, uncertain whispers exchanged between uneasy comrades, but they grew louder, sharper, like cracks spidering across glass.

"Why should we go in?" one harpy finally blurted, her voice cutting through the heavy stillness. She was a smaller figure, her pale green feathers shivering with agitation as she turned toward the leader. "What proof do we have that they're even worth pursuing? The Orcs are vengeful, yes—but they're not clever. If they're hiding, let them rot in there. Why risk our necks to pull them out?"