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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. |

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Running game

As Volk thundered past them, the tremors from his enormous steps echoed in Bong Me-Eon and the middle-aged woman's bones.

They exchanged a quick, stunned look, confusion etched into their faces.

His words hung in the air and pang in their heads: "SYSTEM USER, HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!"

The middle-aged woman's sharp gaze narrowed, suspicion flaring.

"System user?" she muttered, her voice filled with a steely edge.

Bong Me-Eon's mind raced, her thoughts darting back to the earlier said that there was a clash between Song Woo-Ji and Volk.

Her memory snapped to the Death Ball, the moment of eerie, unnatural energy that had surged through the battlefield.

Was Song Woo-Ji somehow tied to this mystery?

Did this monster horde leader was responsible of making Song Woo-Ji be in a state of temporary date?

But the questions were quickly buried beneath her instincts.