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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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228 Chs

VOLK, STRATEGY

Volk's angry laughter thundered through the smog-drenched battlefield, "GRUAHHAHAHAHA!" rolling through the ruins and broken streets like an unholy drumbeat.

His eyes gleamed with a twisted, feral satisfaction as he tracked his target.

The two women—Bong Me-Eon and her master—dashed through the debris, casting occasional glances over their shoulders as they wove through crumbling alleys and deserted buildings.

But Volk didn't lose sight of them.

His towering form barreled forward, his heavy footfalls smashing the cracked earth beneath him, each stride sending shockwaves through the ground.

He was relentless, a predator locked onto his prey, and every monstrous fiber in his being was fixed on catching up to them.

Behind him, the undead abomination still loomed. Its empty eye sockets remained locked onto him, emitting an eerie greenish glow that seethed with decaying magic.