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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 · 軍事
レビュー数が足りません
228 Chs

Betrayal 1/2

The night air was thick with the lingering smell of smoke and sweat as Lhum'Baggar hurried through the dimly lit pathways of the Dreadmaw Clan's encampment.

His heart raced with excitement, with a wide grin splitting his rough, scarred scary face.

He had done it—he had mutated his Grum-gar form into the third phase.

The power still coursed through him, his muscles thrumming with the memory of that transformation.

All he wanted now was to share the news with his wife, to see the pride in her eyes when she heard.

As he neared the familiar outline of their tent, a voice suddenly cut through the night, freezing him in his tracks.

"Older Brother…"

The voice was familiar, too familiar. Lhum'Baggar's grin faltered, his body stiffening as recognition washed over him.

He knew that voice all too well, and with it came memories—bitter, frustrating memories.