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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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235 Chs

Trailing

As Volk continued his march toward the sound of the two whimpering hounds, his focus narrowed on his goal.

His mind buzzed with plans, envisioning the chase, the capture, and finally the answers he sought. But then—

"Wait!"

A small voice cut through his concentration.

Volk paused, his massive form looming in the dim forest light, and turned his head.

There, a few paces behind him, stood the two girls: Lira and Mareen.

They had been spared and were now free to run, to disappear into the woods and vanish from his sight forever, yet here they were, watching him with an intensity he hadn't anticipated.

Volk frowned, crossing his arms as he faced them.

"What do you want?" he asked, his tone gruff and impatient. "Didn't I say you're free to go? So go. This doesn't concern you."

The two women exchanged a quick glance, and then Mareen stepped forward. "We… we know that, but… you… need us."