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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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Nah

The atmosphere in the forest shifted, the air thickening like a suffocating fog.

Every Orc present could feel it. Their hearts beat faster, their instincts warning them that something was dreadfully wrong.

They had fought Ogres before, yes—wild, savage beasts driven by brute force and primal rage. But this… this was different.

Fifteen Orcs.

That was the number needed to stand a chance against an intelligent Ogre.

Every warrior knew this as gospel, drilled into their minds by countless tales of failed battles and massacres. And yet, the horde, bolstered by their newfound armor and the victories they had claimed earlier, stood on edge but confident.

Victory was within their grasp.

Volk's command hung in the air, his crimson gauntlet subtly glowing as he prepared to give the order.

But Gar'ruk moved first.