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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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Declaration

Meanwhile, back in the chaos of the present, the tension in the air thickened as the Dark Elven Witch's curiosity grew into something more sinister.

Her eyes, cold and calculating, roamed over the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, now standing defiantly before her, their new strengths barely contained beneath their hardened new skins.

Volk could feel her magic stirring, the gathering of power in the space between them. And then—there, he saw it—a faint glow in her hands, forming ominous magic circles, pulsing with dark energy.

"Watch out!"

Volk roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield with desperation, but the warning came too late.

Without warning, the ground beneath them trembled violently, cracking open as thick, black roots erupted from the earth like serpents.

Kragam!

They shot upward with terrifying speed, twisting and writhing as they sought to ensnare the Orcs.

Kwishick! Kwischick!