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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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The reason

Volk narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the bloodied, laughing form of Kragath.

The other Orcs had fallen silent, their earlier frenzy fading into a tense stillness as they watched their Warchief confront the fallen gladiator.

"What are you talking about, Kragath?" Volk asked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

Kragath's laughter faltered for a moment, his shoulders shaking as he drew in a wheezing breath. But then it returned, louder, deeper, more manic.

"What…am I talking about?" Kragath rasped, his lips curling into a crimson-streaked grin. His voice was strained, yet it carried an eerie, mocking edge. "What am I talking about?"

He repeated the question, louder this time, the words punctuated by laughter.

"What am I talking about?" he bellowed, his voice cracking but unrelenting. He dragged himself into a half-sitting position, leaning on his battered arms. "Oh, you really don't know, do you? HA! What am I talking about?!"