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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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With cruel delight, Zenveil could see the fear in the annoying hazardous orc's eyes.

It was intoxicating, a delicious thrill that sent shivers of pleasure down Zenveil's spine. But it's not enough, he wanted Volk to be fully consumed by fear and turn into his normal Orc form!

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, sinister whisper that echoed through the cavern like a death knell.

"Thank me," Zenveil hissed, his words laced with venom.

"Thank me for what I've done for you, little green buzzwark. You should be on your knees, groveling in gratitude for the mercy I've shown.

"Do you know why you're still alive? Why are you still standing in your Grum-gar form when all your comrades have reverted back to their pathetic, weak selves?"

Volk's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, his thoughts too jumbled to form a coherent response.

His heart pounded in his chest, with rapid thudding drowning out all rational thought.