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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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333 Chs

Bone Dragon vs Volk

Volk's eyes flicked upward, squinting as the sky above him shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light.

Three suns hung in the heavens, their rays casting an eerie glow across the landscape.

The realization hit his head like a tidal wave: he was still inside the Draconic Graveyard, the dimension that Sung Woo-Ji had controlled.

"HUH?" Volk grunted, his massive radioactive form heaving as his frustration grew.

He had killed the human—hadn't he?—but still, the domain remained intact.

That meant only one thing: the fight wasn't over. Something more was coming.

The hair on the back of his neck bristled, and for the first time, unease slithered into Volk's mind.

Suddenly, the bones scattered around the battlefield began to tremble.

At first, it was barely noticeable, just a faint rattle, like the soft tapping of fingernails against stone. But then the sound grew louder.