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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 · Militar
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236 Chs

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Volk's body was a whirlwind of primal fury, his muscles pulsating with each step, each thunderous strike against the Death Monarch. 

His roars echoed across the field, a guttural bellow that grew stronger with each impact. 

Blood and dust coated his skin, yet he was unbroken—each hit thrown at him only served to make him fiercer, his body hardening, his spirit blazing brighter.

The Death Monarch laughed, a low, sinister sound that filled the battlefield with its chill. 

His skeletal form shifted as he watched the Ogre rise again, amused but increasingly intrigued. 

"Seventeenth empowerment," he murmured, feeling the rise in Volk's power like a crackling surge through the air. 

His interest was piqued as he sense tod the depths of Volk's rage deepening, churning like a storm.