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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

Crushed

Sung Woo-Ji barely had time to register what was happening before Volk's twisted form emerged from the ground, his facial features distorted in unnatural ways.

The Orc leader's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and his lips twisted into a grotesque smile. "Interesting... a system," Volk muttered, his voice dripping with malice.

Before Sung Woo-Ji could even react, the grip around his ankle tightened, the massive green hand holding him in place. But then it grew.

The hand expanded, grotesquely swelling in size until it was no longer just gripping his leg.

Half of Sung Woo-Ji's body was now encased in the Orc's oversized hand, the pressure mounting with each passing second.

Volk's grin widened. His voice thundered with malevolent glee. "I'LL CRUSH YOU!"

Sung Woo-Ji gasped, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him as Volk's hand tightened, the air squeezed from his lungs.