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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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Raining Meteors

Across the vast, untamed landscapes of the Orzaroth Realm, creatures of myth and magic stirred in their ancient, primal rhythms.

Each realm, as diverse as the lives it held, played host to creatures of tremendous power and otherworldly splendor. And tonight, as shadows lengthened and night crept across the land, they all lifted their heads to the sky, to a sight that would shatter the tranquility of their existence.

From the heavens, a fiery streak appeared—a blazing, furious meteor tearing through the cosmos with an energy that could only foretell calamity.

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In the heart of the Whispering Mire, a swamp that stretched endlessly under a canopy of twisted, gnarled trees, the air was thick and dense with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage.

The murky waters bubbled as strange, luminous insects flitted in the darkness, their bodies pulsing with pale blue light.