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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 · Peperangan
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228 Chs

All at once

The chieftain of the Bloodfang Clan, despite his exhaustion, was not done yet.

His pride, his rage, everything inside him refused to allow him to bow down to Volk, especially after being humiliated in front of the other Orc clans.

With a snarl, he lunged forward from his kneeling position, his muscles straining as he hurled his axe at Volk.

The weapon spun through the air with a deadly hiss, aimed straight for Volk's chest.

Whoosh!

But Volk was faster.

He sidestepped the axe with ease, his body moving as though he had expected the attack all along.

The axe sailed past him, clattering loudly against the stone wall behind him with a sharp clang.

The chieftain, furious and now weaponless, charged at Volk again, this time with more desperation in his eyes. His massive hands were outstretched, fingers curled into claws.