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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 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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Don't go

Song Woo-Ji's trembling body struggled to stay upright, his legs quivering beneath him. 

His skin was pallid, his face gaunt and drenched in sweat. 

His eyes, usually sharp with determination, were glazed over as if he were still fighting to remain in the land of the living. 

His breath came in shallow gasps as he leaned against the cold metal of the rooftop for support, his chest rising and falling unevenly. 

He was a shadow of his former self, weakened after the ordeal of death and revival, but there was a desperate urgency in his eyes.

"D-D-Don't… g-go!" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a clear note of pleading. "D-Don't… go…"

Bong Me-Eon turned her head sharply, concerned etching across her face as she watched her disciple struggle to even form words. 

"Woo-Ji, why?" she asked gently, kneeling down beside him, her tone soft but serious. "Why shouldn't we go? What do you know?"