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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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Strange Dream

The torches in the vast catacombs cast flickering shadows across the rugged stone walls, creating a dim, eerie ambiance as the Orcs gathered around their Watchief.

The stale, ancient air filled their lungs, and every Orc had their eyes on Volk, waiting for his next command.

They could see his eyes glint with a feral spark, the weight of untold plans hidden behind a steadfast gaze.

The atmosphere buzzed with tension, a mix of curiosity and trepidation, as the Orcs dared to address him with their questions.

One of the older Orcs stepped forward, bowing his head in respect. "Watchief, what do you mean by that?" he asked in a low, gravelly voice that rumbled through the quiet room like distant thunder.

Volk's jaw tightened, his muscles twitching as he sized up the crowd, the spark in his eyes hardening to steel.