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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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333 Chs

NUCLEAR ECHO BOMB!!!

Volk, hulking in his radioactive Ogre-like form, snarled in frustration.

His glowing eyes flickered, and his body trembled with rage.

The bone dragons circled him like vultures, their rattling jaws clacking ominously.

The ground beneath his feet shook, mirroring the seething fury building inside him.

He clenched his fists, the radioactive energy crackling around his massive body like a storm.

"VOLK… SMASH! VOLK… DESTROY!"

His voice boomed across the battlefield, reverberating through the bone-strewn landscape.

He swung his fists wildly, smashing one dragon after another, but it was futile.

The dragons kept rising, bones clicking and clattering, as if mocking him.

Every blow he landed only brought more of them to life. It felt endless, and for the first time, Volk felt something foreign creeping into his chest—desperation.

CRUNCH!

Another dragon slammed into him, sending him flying backward.