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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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Ranked Pillars

Far away, in the bustling Ranker country of Korena, chaos reigned in the heart of one of its sprawling cities.

Towering buildings stood like silent sentinels as six-armed demons rampaged through the streets, their monstrous figures covered in thick, leathery skin.

Each of their six arms wielded a weapon—a twisted amalgamation of jagged steel and bone.

With every swing, cars were torn in half, and chunks of concrete flew through the air, sending panicked citizens fleeing in every direction.

But amidst the chaos, a lone figure descended from the sky, landing on the cracked asphalt with a soft thud.

The man wore a pristine black suit, sharply tailored, with polished shoes that gleamed under the flickering streetlights.

His sword, strapped neatly to his back, shimmered in the waning sunlight.

His presence alone seemed to calm the panic-stricken crowd, and a ripple of hope spread through the bystanders.