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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. |

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Ogre Raid

The dense forest seemed to tremble under the weight of heavy footfalls.

The pungent stench of Ogre musk saturated the air, making even the hardy Orc warriors wrinkle their noses in disgust. But the scent also carried with it the thrill of another challenge.

Volk, standing at the forefront, his crimson gauntlet gleaming ominously, raised his hand to silence the murmurs among his horde.

"They're close," Volk announced. His voice, like the growl of a predator, sent a ripple of anticipation through the Orcs.

The sound of snapping branches echoed from deeper within the forest, accompanied by guttural growls that sent birds fluttering from the treetops.

The Orcs tightened their grips on their weapons, their fingers brushing against the newly reinforced armor that gleamed even in the dim light.

Volk's gaze was sharp, his piercing eyes scanning the shadows as the vibrations beneath their feet grew stronger.