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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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We will get out

Volk sat on a jagged stone, his back resting against the rough wall of the catacomb, cradling a small, crude bottle of healing potion in his hand.

The dim glow of the subterranean chamber illuminated his broad, muscular frame, highlighting the deep bruises and cuts that adorned his body.

With a slight move, he uncorked the bottle and poured the thick liquid into his mouth.

Its bitter taste made him wince, but he welcomed the sensation as the soothing warmth of the potion coursed through his veins, knitting his wounds together.

His eyes flicked upward toward the system screen, visible only to him.

Ding!

| Mission: Challenge and defeat all the remaining Orc Clans to work under the Dreadmaw Clan.

| Status: Completed.

| Rewards: Getting out of the Dungeon.

| Time: Please wait for three hours. |

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Volk's lips. "One hour, huh?" he muttered to himself.