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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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UNSHACKLED HORDE

Volk turned, the bloodlust in his gaze fading momentarily as his eyes fell upon his horde—a battalion of snarling orcs and brutish ogres, each one battle-scarred and fiercely loyal.

The orcs stood tall, their green skin marred by the brutal marks of countless fights, muscles taut beneath rough armor.

In their eyes, a fierce, unquenchable flame burned, a collective fire that flickered and danced as they took in the sight of the towering undead behemoth in front of their warchief.

Volk's heart thundered with pride.

He thrust a massive fist into the air and bellowed, his voice rolling like thunder across the battlefield, "VOLK SMASH WITH HORDE!"

The orcs and ogres raised their weapons high, snarling and roaring, a wave of primal fury surging through them.

"HORDE IS WITH WARCHIEF!" they shouted, voices merging into one relentless war cry that shook the very earth.

Then, Volk's voice boomed once more, "LOK'TAR OGAAAAAAAARRR!!!"