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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 grip tightened on the Axe of Dissection, his breathing steady, with his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.

The dark glint of Urza'lin's eyes had faded, replaced with raw fear as she realized her imminent doom.

The Dark Elven Witch stood frozen, her lips parted in shock as Volk loomed over her, his axe poised to decapitate her in one clean, brutal stroke.

But then, a desperate voice cut through the tension.

"Wait, Volk! DON'T KILL HER!" Grounad's voice rang out, filled with urgency and panic. "If you do, everyone under her will be killed too!"

Volk's body froze, the blade of his axe hovering just inches above Urza'lin's slender neck.

His chest heaved with exertion, and for a split second, his thoughts warred between revenge and reason.

Urza'lin, still cowering, blinked rapidly, her confusion mirrored by the Orcs behind Volk.

Urza'lin slowly began to understand the situation.