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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
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320 Chs

Needed to be stopped

Meanwhile, on the rooftop far from the battlefield, Song Woo-Ji's breath came in harsh gasps, his entire body trembling, drenched in cold sweat.

It had taken every ounce of his strength to keep his gaze locked on Volk's monstrous form from afar, the terrible power he'd witnessed making his stomach twist with dread.

Finally catching his breath, he looked at his master with pleading eyes. "Master, we need to go. Let's leave now. I made that monster occupied for the moment… let's use this chance to escape."

But his words only met with the stubborn, unyielding stare of the middle-aged woman, her face sharp and calculating as she kept her focus trained on Volk's distant silhouette.

She gave her head a slight shake. "No, Song Woo-Ji. We cannot leave this battlefield just yet."

Her tone was firm, carrying a weight of experience that was impossible to question.