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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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228 Chs

Easy Winged Tiger

The air was thick with a strange, pulsating energy as Volk and the others reached the heart of the dungeon.

They stepped into a vast chamber, and at once, the sight before them sent a chill through the group.

Chack!

The place was crawling with unknown magical monsters, each one pulsating with the eerie glow of hazardous magic particles.

Their forms were grotesque, twisted by the dark magic that flowed through the very air of the dungeon. L

Some had multiple eyes, others bore grotesque claws, and a few floated eerily as if gravity held no sway over them.

But in the middle of it all, standing like a dark monarch over this sea of horrors, was a gigantic winged tiger.

Its fur shimmered with a strange, otherworldly glow, and its wings were black, stretched wide, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.

Its eyes gleamed with intelligence and malice, its claws tearing into the stone floor as if it were nothing more than paper.