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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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VOLK, DESTROY SYSTEM

The words hit Bong Me-Eon like a physical blow, and she felt her chest tighten.

Her gaze flicked to her master, who was already scrutinizing Song Woo-Ji with a piercing intensity.

Yet, even as they processed his plea, he spoke again, his voice tinged with urgency despite his weakening state.

"I don't… have much time. Once it takes over, even for just a moment… it will… it will not discern friend from foe."

Bong Me-Eon hesitated, her heart pounding as she looked to her master for guidance, but the grandmaster's expression was unreadable, her eyes shadowed with contemplation and, perhaps, a hint of sorrow.

She seemed to weigh Song Woo-Ji's words, her gaze shifting between him and Bong Me-Eon as though calculating the cost of their decision.

"Master, what… what if we could—" Bong Me-Eon began, but her master silenced her with a subtle shake of her head.

"There is no 'what if' here," the grandmaster murmured, her voice low but resolute.