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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

New Orcs

The ground rumbled beneath their feet as the sound of approaching beasts grew louder.

Tugudug! Tugudug! Tugudug!

The tunnel was alive with anticipation, the very walls vibrating with the energy of the coming battle.

The Orcs of the Dreadmaw Clan, now standing shoulder to shoulder, prepared to meet the onslaught head-on.

"READY! DREADMAW CLAN!"

Their faces were lit with the thrill of combat, and their eyes burned with intensity.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the deafening roar of the approaching horde reached them.

ONGGAAARRRRGGG!! RANGGGAAAANNGRGG!! AAARRNNNGGGHH!!!

Magical beasts, pulsating with arcane energy, spilled from the shadows of the catacomb.

The Dreadmaw Clan Orcs could see their forms were twisted, monstrous creatures with glowing eyes, sharp claws, and crackling energy flowing through their bodies.