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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 beast stood on the spire like a monarch surveying its kingdom. Its immense wings spread halfway open, their span easily twice the height of the tallest Ogre in the Horde. Each feather shimmered like molten silver, refracting the dim mountain light into shards of radiance that danced across the rocky terrain. Its chest, broad and powerful, rose and fell with each labored breath, the metallic sheen of its feathers making it appear as though it were sculpted from living steel.

Its head, sharp and angular, seemed almost regal, crowned by a jagged crest of obsidian-like spikes that ran down its neck. Its glowing red eyes burned with fury, scanning the Horde below with an almost disdainful intelligence. The talons gripping the rocky perch dug deep grooves into the stone, each claw curved like a scimitar and dripping with a viscous, black ichor that hissed and smoked where it fell, melting the stone it touched.