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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
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228 Chs

Beatdown

The battlefield echoed with the roars and chaos of a one-sided onslaught.

Volk, towering and monstrous, reveled in the destruction as he tore chunks from the undead behemoth before him.

His bulging muscles twisted and flexed with each savage strike, his skin glistening with a sickly sheen of sweat and grime as he pushed forward, his primal rage exploding into each blow.

"GRAAAAAHHH!"

Volk's guttural scream boomed out, shaking the ground beneath him as his fist connected with the massive arm of the zombie.

With a sickening crack, the limb was torn free, black ichor spraying from the gaping wound like a fountain of decay.

The fetid stench intensified, mixing with the sulfurous aroma of Volk's own sweat, creating a nauseating aura that clung to the air.

The giant zombie staggered back slightly, a momentary shudder in its massive form.

Volk grinned wildly, his yellowed tusks bared as he prepared to lunge again.