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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 · Krieg
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With a solemn nod, the grandmaster looked at her with a gaze that was filled with both love and pride.

"YES. I WILL DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE."

Her voice softened, filled with a warmth that was rare to hear in her usual commanding tone.

"BONG ME-EON… YOU HAVE BEEN A GOOD DISCIPLE. YOU HAVE BECOME STRONG, WISE, AND COMPASSIONATE. I HAVE WATCHED YOU GROW FROM A TIMID STUDENT TO A WARRIOR. I COULDN'T BE MORE PROUD."

Tears welled up in Bong Me-Eon's eyes, the weight of her master's words hitting her like a blow.

She could feel the pride radiating from her master, and it made her chest tighten with an overwhelming mix of sorrow and gratitude.

She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

"Master…" Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes glistening as she looked at the woman who had taught her everything.

The grandmaster reached out a hand, resting it gently on Bong Me-Eon's shoulder.