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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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Nowhere to run

The forest trembled.

At first, it was subtle—a faint rustling that could have been mistaken for the wind. The leaves shivered, and the branches swayed, their movements erratic and unnatural.

A strange quiet settled over the hidden horde.

The usual sounds of battle above—the screeching of harpies, the gusts of slicing wind—seemed to dull, muffled by some invisible force.

Volk's brow furrowed. His glowing eyes scanned the canopy, sensing something amiss.

The Orcs and Ogres in the branches froze, gripping their weapons tighter as an eerie tension seeped into the air, like the calm before a violent storm.

Then it began.

CRACK.

A single, sharp sound echoed through the forest.

A branch splintered violently above, falling with a slow, almost deliberate grace.

The broken limb crashed to the ground, leaves scattering like droplets of blood. The Orcs glanced around, confused. Their nerves were taut.

CRACK-CRACK.