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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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317 Chs

Important Mission

Volk stared at the chieftain, his muscles tensing as he held back the urge to strike.

"What is your problem, chieftain?"

His voice was low, controlled, but there was a hint of frustration.

He didn't understand why the chieftain had attacked him so suddenly, and more importantly, why the older Orc was so furious.

The chieftain, his eyes filled with seething rage, stepped forward, his massive figure towering over Volk.

His gnarled hands gripped the handle of his sword tightly, and the air around him seemed to grow heavy.

"My problem?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the cavern. "You dare ask me what my problem is?"

Volk said nothing, standing his ground. He could feel the eyes of the other Orcs and Elves on them, watching in silence.

The older Orcs in particular seemed to be waiting for something.

The chieftain continued, his voice booming with anger.