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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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338 Chs

Origin Skin

Volk stood among the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, his voice resonating with an intensity he had just discovered but couldn't fully grasp yet.

"This skin," he said, lifting his arm for all to see, "this is the skin of a true Orc."

The Orcs exchanged stunned glances.

Their light-colored skin shimmered in the faint glow of the cave, and Volk's declaration sent ripples of shock through the group.

Grok'Thar was the first to react, his eyes wide. "True Orcs?" he muttered under his breath, trying to wrap his mind around it.

Grashk, usually stoic, couldn't hide his amazement. "We came from other dimensions?"

Volk nodded, his eyes dark and thoughtful.

"That's what the Warlocks did. They summoned us from other worlds. But our race was too strong for them. To weaken us, they took our horns—our source of power. Without our horns, we couldn't awaken our true form. And the proof of that was we are often called the Hornless Orc tribe."