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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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228 Chs

VOLK SAVE HORDE

Bong Me-Eon's eyes sharpened as she sensed the magical strength coming from the creature soaring through the sky.

The sheer force of its presence sent chills down her spine.

This wasn't just another Ogre or Orc. No, this was something more dangerous.

Something far beyond the monsters below, which, at best, could only reach the initial stages of Class A strength.

This one, though, radiated an aura that signified it was at the very peak of Class A.

Her brows knitted together as her mind raced.

"Is that their leader?" she wondered.

The realization that this creature could possibly orchestrate the entire battle sent waves of concern through her.

She took a deep breath, and a surge of necromantic energy poured out from her, thick with the scent of death.

It cloaked her in a dark aura that flickered like black fire, making the air around her feel heavier, colder.

"No chances," she muttered under her breath.