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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 grandmaster

Grinning with savagery, Volk brought both hands up to tear Song Woo-Ji apart.

Kecheeerrkk!

The red mist and Volk's grip were creating an intense clashing sound.

Bong Me-Eon's heart clenched with terror; she could feel it in her bones—this was the end.

But they wouldn't let it end like this.

Not without a fight.

The grandmaster raised her hands, her voice commanding as she began a low, ancient chant, the words spilling out with practiced precision, each syllable vibrating with necromantic force.

"Through the shadows of decay, the bones of the fallen, let the spirits rise, let the dead awaken! Bind his will! Trap his soul!"

Bong Me-Eon joined in, her voice shaking at first but soon finding strength, matching the grandmaster's tone with a fierce intensity.

"By the power of darkness, the essence of death, we call upon the void to swallow his strength! Entangle his wrath, shackle his spirit!"