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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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Volk's mind churned with ideas as he surveyed the city now turned into a battlefield.

The sprawling cityscape was crawling with monsters, and high above, some bat-like creatures were clawing their way up a thirty-story building, their leathery wings flapping as they attempted to reach the humans hiding inside.

Volk's sharp eyes followed them, and a plan began to form.

He noticed the glint of fear in the eyes of the humans inside the building.

They were clustered near the windows, watching helplessly as their doom slowly climbed toward them.

It wasn't just the monsters.

The building itself seemed to pulse with tension, as if it knew its time was limited.

Volk turned to his Orcs.

His sharp gaze flicked between them, calculating, planning.

He knew a building would have plenty of humans.

It was a massive number, and in this ranking world, every kill counted, and he needed to kill as much as he could.