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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. |

Espiritu_Santu · Krieg
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Territorial Backups

Baron Geisler's Territory: The Alarm

Meanwhile, far from Volk's location, a low, ominous wail echoed across Baron Geisler's territory.

WHOOOOO-OOO! WHOOOOO-OOO!

The sound was unmistakable—a deep, resonating horn accompanied by the faint crackle of magical pulses.

The alarm's cry carried through every village, castle, and farmland under the Baron's jurisdiction.

It was not a sound anyone wished to hear.

Farmers in the fields froze mid-swing, their scythes hanging limply in their hands.

The women gathering water by the river dropped their buckets, watching the horizon with wide eyes.

Children playing near the gates stopped their games, their laughter silenced as the chilling sound reached their ears.

Inside the bustling markets of the main town, merchants paused mid-barter, their voices trailing off.

Customers turned their heads toward the towering bell tower in the center of the square.