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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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346 Chs
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Nick of time

On the battlefield's edge, cloaked in the eerie silence that stretched between clashes and carnage, Song Woo-Ji stood rigid.

He felt the weight of his duty pressing down on his back as he stared at the portal his master's master, the middle-aged woman, had conjured.

Its swirling colors pulsed with a tantalizing promise of safety, its glow a silent invitation to leave, to escape to a world unburdened by bloodshed and terror.

However, something heavier than fear gripped him—guilt.

It was like having swarm of flesh eating bugs at his insides, demanding he turn away from that portal, yet he could barely tear his gaze from it.

His breaths came in shallow, ragged draws.

He was alive because of his master's quick actions and, though he was a system user, he hadn't even used his trump card.