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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

Mission

The atmosphere in the dimly lit cavern was heavy with the tension of confusion and frustration.

Volk's mind was thruming towards all the possibilities he could think of as he processed the reality they were now trapped in.

The notification that confirmed the safety of the elves brought him brief solace, but it quickly turned into a harrowing realization.

If the elves were in another realm, that meant he and the other Orcs were stuck in this one.

The unfamiliar surroundings only deepened his dread.

Volk, still staring into the distance, clenched his fists and turned to the older Orcs.

"Who do we need to kill to be accepted by this realm? Is it the monsters of this catacomb?"

His voice was firm, though tinged with desperation.

The other Orcs paused, surprised by his question, and for a moment, there was a brief silence. But then, almost in unison, the cavern erupted with laughter.

"BWAHAHAHAHAH!"

"BRAHAHHAHA!"