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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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The reaction was instantaneous.

"WHAT?!" an Orc shouted, his jaw practically hitting the ground.

"Elves?!" a female Orc gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Those dainty, skinny things?!"

"No way!" another Orc yelled, shaking his head violently. "That can't be right! Warchief, are you joking?!"

The Ogres, slower to process the information, tilted their heads in confusion.

"ELVES… WIVES?" one rumbled, scratching his head.

"SKINNY PEOPLE?" another asked, his massive brow furrowed.

The female Ogres snorted, their reactions ranging from disbelief to outright disgust.

"NO WANT SKINNY WIFE!" one declared, folding her massive arms.

"OGRE NO NEED POINTY-EAR WOMAN!" another added, her nose wrinkling.

The Orcs continued to mutter among themselves, their reactions varied and chaotic.

"But how? Elves and Orcs are so… different!"

"I thought elves hated us!"

"Does that mean we have elf blood in us?!"