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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

When the children die

The orcs laughed, their deep, guttural voices echoing through the war-torn streets as they held their ground against the relentless assault of the human Ranked Pillars.

BRAHAHAHHAHAHA!

GRUHAHAHAHHAHA!

KYARUHUHUHUHU!

Bullets whizzed through the air, and the loud, thunderous BANG! BANG! BANG! of gunfire filled the atmosphere, but the orcs barely flinched.

Their thick hides and bone clubs absorbed the brunt of the attacks, and their confidence only seemed to grow with each failed human assault.

Volk stood amidst his horde, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the battlefield.

His heart was thumping so hard, not from the heat of battle, but from a growing time that was being wasted.

He could even hear the ticking clock in his mind.

Every second slipping away felt like sand through his fingers.

The system's countdown felt fast—forty minutes left, and still, they were no closer to victory.

His jaw clenched.