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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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Rock mountain

As Volk approached the looming rock mountain, his crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation.

The terrain ahead was a jagged colossus, its uneven cliffs stretching into the sky like the broken teeth of a fallen giant.

The ground beneath him shifted with loose gravel, and the air grew cooler as the shadow of the mountain enveloped him.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest as he slowed his pace, surveying the terrain with the sharp precision of a predator.

"This," he muttered to himself, his voice deep and filled with approval, "is perfect. Absolutely perfect."

He stopped to place a massive hand on the rough surface of the mountain.

The stone was solid and cold, unyielding to his touch.

His gauntleted fingers scraped against it, producing a faint metallic screech as he traced the potential lines of destruction.