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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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I am, an Orc!

In the damp, eerie silence of the catacombs, the Orcs glanced around, their breaths clouding in the frigid, musty air.

The flickering torches cast eerie shadows along the stone walls, their wavering light illuminating twisted carvings and strange runes etched into the ancient stones.

Every so often, the low rumble of far-off water echoed through the halls, lending an unsettling heartbeat to the ancient tomb around them.

A young Orc stepped forward, scratching at the back of his neck, eyes darting uneasily to Volk.

"Uh, Warchief," he started, his voice hesitant, "is this… is this place doin' this to us? It's gotta be, right? It's this catacomb that brought us back?" His voice carried a mixture of awe and frustration, tinged with the faintest quiver of fear.

Volk's sharp gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon the Orc. Slowly, he nodded, his expression stone-cold, his silence far more oppressive than any answer he could've given.