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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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Pain

The knights exchanged uneasy glances, their fear of the Baron outweighing their terror of the creature above.

Geisler straightened his coat, brushing off imaginary dust as he paced in front of his men. "Do you know what separates us from the monsters we hunt?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with disdain.

The knights remained silent, their eyes following him as he walked.

"Preparation," Geisler continued, his tone sharpening. "Intelligence. Strategy. These are the tools of civilization, the tools of power. And yet, here we are, fumbling in the dirt like peasants, hoping a single scroll would save us from our incompetence."

He stopped abruptly, turning to face his men. "That creature killed my son," he said, his voice rising slightly. "It crushed him like an insect and laughed as it did so. Do you think it will show any of you mercy?"

The knights lowered their heads, shame and fear etched into their faces.