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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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Pillar's approach

Inside the building, the dim light flickered as Lin Seok stood at the center, his sharp gaze fixed on the map of the city sprawled across the table.

The soft hum of electronics, along with the distant sound of helicopters outside, created an uneasy atmosphere.

Beside him, a group of elite warriors—each a Pillar of the Ranker world—gathered, their expressions tense but focused.

Among them were Jin, the stoic swordsman, his katana resting casually on his back, and Kira, the sniper, who silently cleaned the barrel of her high-tech rifle.

Lin Seok leaned over the table, running his finger across the map. His brow furrowed as he spoke, his voice calm but authoritative.

"Those orcs... they're not just brutes. They're slow, yes, but that's not the problem. Their battle instincts are... terrifying."

Jin, standing with his arms crossed, nodded slowly. "They're reading our movements, Lin. They know where we're going to strike before we do."