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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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The fight continued as it became a blur of movement and sound. Volk didn't know why the system appeared and disappeared once again.

It was only brief but he knew it was the system still.

With the help of the system!

His system!

Soon, another clash commenced!

Like earlier, another glowing screen hovered before Volk's eyes, pulsing faintly as if mocking his confusion.

Ding!

| Absorb? |

The single word hung in the air, daring him to act, but Volk hesitated.

His thick fingers twitched, the gauntlet humming faintly as if in anticipation.

"What in the hell does that really mean?"

Volk growled under his breath, his tone a low rumble like distant thunder.

He squinted at the screen, but its meaning remained elusive.

He scanned the battlefield around him, his sharp eyes searching for something—anything—that might explain the prompt.