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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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Volk's face darkened, and his voice lowered to a grim tone that sent shivers through the gathered crowd.

"However…" he began, his voice slow and deliberate, drawing their full attention, "they lost."

The Orcs froze, their expressions twisting from anger into disbelief and fear.

"Lost?" one Orc whispered, his voice barely audible, as if speaking the word might make it real.

"They lost?" another repeated, his hands gripping his weapon tightly. "How could they lose?!"

"That can't be!" an older Orc growled, his face pale despite his hardened features. "Our ancestors were the strongest warriors! How could they lose?"

The Ogres were slower to react, but even they exchanged uneasy glances, their growls fading into a tense silence.

"No… no lose," one Ogre muttered, shaking his massive head. "Ogre… no lose."

The murmurs grew louder, panic creeping into the voices of the horde.

"They lost? Then what chance do we have?"