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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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319 Chs

Unkillable Warchief

On the other hand, the armored man stood motionless, his towering figure a silent sentinel amidst the chaos.

Beneath his gleaming helmet, his face was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged and uneven.

Each exhale was heavy, as if the very air itself resisted entering his lungs.

His chest heaved under the armor, his heart pounding so fiercely that it felt like it might burst from his ribcage.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

His vision blurred for a moment, and the relentless drumming of his pulse filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of battle around him.

His heart, racing uncontrollably, seemed to dictate his every thought.

But then, without warning, when his fist connected with Volk, as he sent the Orc horde leader crashing violently into the ground, something shifted.

His heart slowed. A strange calm washed over him.

The beat, once frantic and erratic, now became measured, steady.