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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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Duel again?

As the Bloodfang Clan moved toward the entrance of the catacombs, Grounad, the mightiest warrior of the Bloodfangs in their younger generation, paused.

His massive frame loomed over the crowd, and his eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze toward the Dreadmaw Clan.

There was something simmering in his mind, something that was eating his head ever since the first mention of the catacombs.

He finally spoke, with his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade.

"Hold on!" Grounad's deep voice echoed across the gathered Orcs, halting their movements. "The Dreadmaw Clan—they're not as weak as you think. Let us have a discussion first."

This sudden proclamation sent a ripple through the other Orc clans.

The murmurs started immediately, the confusion spreading like wildfire.

The Thunderstrike Clan, known for their speed and agility, were the first to exchange looks of surprise.