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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 · Guerra
Classificações insuficientes
198 Chs

Among Orcs

Volk jolted awake, with his body drenched in heavy sweat. 

His heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing was ragged as if he'd just fought a battle in his sleep. 

His hand instinctively reached for his side, grasping at the blankets, his mind swirling with fragmented images of his dream. 

The sense of impending doom that had washed over him moments ago still lingered like a shadow.

Next to him, Solluha'r stirred, her soft voice cutting through the thick fog in his mind. "Hmm? Volk, what's wrong?" Her hand gently traced the contours of his back, the touch soothing, though her voice carried concern.

Volk exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm of thoughts. 

"I had a bad dream... something bad is going to happen to the tribe." 

His words came out slower than usual, heavy with a weight he couldn't quite explain.