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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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The question hung in the air, the female Orc's wide-eyed wonder drilling into Volk like a spear.

"Warchief," she repeated, her voice trembling with awe, "did you do this?"

Volk paused for a moment, his glowing gauntlet slowly unclenching.

His sharp eyes shifted to her, then scanned the faces of his newly transformed horde.

They were looking at him with something unfamiliar—reverence.

Their wild, untamed natures were tempered by their curiosity and newfound loyalty.

He glanced downward, feigning contemplation, but in truth, he was focusing on the system screen hovering faintly in his peripheral vision.

Suspended in the air before him, the text glowed ominously:

Mission Completed!

The Warchief won't be a Warchief without a horde.

Mission: Collect a new member of the horde and form a new horde in the Orzaroth Realm. Adopt all the scattered Wild Orcs and join them to the horde.