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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

Can't get out

Volk stared at the glowing notification in front of him, the words burning into his mind:

| All the elves are safe in the Orzaroth Realm. |

For a moment, he exhaled a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing slightly. But then, an uneasy realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began to race.

"If they're in the Orzaroth Realm… and the system was really telling me that…" he muttered, feeling a sudden chill, "Does that mean... we're not?"

The enormity of the situation weighed down on him, his mind racing with questions. His hand tightened around the handle of his axe as his eyes scanned the dark, unfamiliar surroundings.

The caverns that once felt like a battleground now seemed like the maw of a beast that had swallowed them whole.

Without warning, Volk turned toward the older generation of Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, his voice laced with confusion and desperation.