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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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Volk's massive form twisted and jerked as the bone dragons swarmed around him.

Each strike he landed sent clouds of bone dust into the air, but no matter how hard or fast he attacked, the dragons kept reforming.

His radioactive fists smashed through rib cages, crushed skulls, and shattered spines, but the fragments would simply pull back together, knitting themselves into new creatures as though his efforts were meaningless.

"GRAAAAARGH!"

Volk roared, his voice booming across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath him.

He slammed his fist into a dragon's skull, reducing it to dust once more. But even as the bones crumbled at his feet, more dragons appeared from the endless sea of skeletons around him.

It was like fighting a tide—no matter how many he destroyed, they always returned.