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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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"No."

The knights fell silent, their eyes fixed on their lord.

Geisler dismounted his horse, his boots crunching against the earth as he strode forward.

He stopped near the larger tracks, staring down at the deep indentations as though they were a personal affront.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his fingers tightening around his wrist.

When he spoke, his voice was calm, deliberate, yet brimming with an icy intensity that sent a chill through his men.

"We follow the beast," Geisler declared. "These women are irrelevant. They are pawns in a game far greater than their insignificant lives. If they survive, they may return to their tribes, but their role here is finished."

He turned to Aldred, his gaze hard and unyielding.

"Do you think I care for their motives? For their survival? No. I care only for the creature that crushed my son—my blood. Maxillian may have been young, arrogant, even reckless, but he was mine.