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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 Plan

Meanwhile, in the Orc side, Volk paced back and forth, his massive frame radiating an aura of frustration.

The mission.

It was ticking away like a war drum in his head.

Twenty minutes had already slipped through his fingers, and nothing had been achieved.

Every second that passed without progress gnawed at him.

Volk knew that if the system gave him a time limit, something catastrophic would follow.

There was no room for failure.

He had forty minutes left.

Suddenly, his crimson eyes scanned the battlefield, narrowing as they settled on a distant building.

Behind the crumbling walls, he could see the flicker of hope in the humans' eyes—especially the younger ones, teenage kids who still clung to the belief that the fast Pillars would save them.

That hope... it gave him an idea.

Without wasting another second, Volk raised his voice, deep and guttural, to address his warband.