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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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A sudden, eerie silence fell over the battlefield, cutting through the heavy air like a blade.

The Bloodfang Clan leader, seasoned in countless battles, scanned the faces of the Dreadmaw Clan.

What he saw wasn't fear.

It was something much more dangerous—desire.

The kind of desire only orcs knew.

A bloodlust, a craving for battle so deep it twisted even the most terrifying situation into something thrilling. His gut twisted.

But then his eyes fell on Volk. More specifically, on the dog skull around Volk's neck.

There was something about it—no, not something—dark magic. The faint, pulsing aura that clung to the skull was unmistakable.

The Bloodfang Clan leader's eyes narrowed. His battle-hardened instincts screamed at him.

"What is that?" the Bloodfang leader whispered, his voice tinged with fear. His gaze locked onto the skull.