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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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320 Chs

Ground Bull

The moment the voice echoed across the tense battlefield, all eyes turned toward the source, and to everyone's surprise, it wasn't a chieftain or a warrior stepping forward to halt the inevitable clash between Volk and Grounad.

It was an elf—a slender, fierce woman dressed in the sturdy armor of the Ironhide Clan.

Her long, silver hair shimmered under the light, contrasting starkly with her dark eyes, filled with a storm of fury.

"Are you all out of your damn minds?!" she shouted.

Her hands trembled with anger, fists clenched tightly as she strode forward, pushing past Orcs who were easily three times her size.

"Look at you! Brawling like common animals when the Warlocks and Dark Elves are breathing down our necks! This is madness!"

The Orcs collectively flinched at her words, though more in irritation than guilt.