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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. |

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Draconic Graveyard

Volk stared at the edgy teenager standing confidently before him, his head tilted slightly in curiosity.

There was something absurd about the boy—his bravado, the way he carried himself as if he were already a legend. Volk chuckled to himself.

Was this brat really the hero of this Ranker World?

The main character?

It was the dramatic entrance, of course.

The gusts of wind, the perfect timing, the smug grin plastered across his face—it was all so obvious.

Volk found it almost amusing.

The thought of this overconfident child being the "chosen one" of this realm made him want to laugh.

With a casual tilt of his head, Volk asked, "Are you part of the Ranked Pillars?"

The teenager gave a small, cocky nod, his face smug with self-assurance. "Yeah," he said, dragging out the word as though it were a burden to admit. "Just joined. Lowest of the low, though. You know, fresh meat. Only been a Pillar for a few days."