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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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Training

The hulking Ogre lay sprawled on the forest floor, unconscious and bloodied.

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, mingled with the swampy stench of the forest.

The Orcs, still catching their breath from the brutal encounter, gathered around the fallen beast, their faces a mixture of awe, unease, and a tinge of pride for Garzuk's resilience.

"What should we do with it, Warchief?" one of the Orcs asked, his voice cautious. "Do we finish it off? Drag it back as a trophy?"

Volk stepped forward, his crimson gauntlet gleaming in the faint sunlight piercing through the thick canopy above.

He stared down at the Ogre with an expression that betrayed no sympathy, but also no interest.

"Leave it," Volk commanded, his tone flat but absolute.

"Leave it?" another Orc questioned, his brows furrowing. "But it's—"