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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

Disappointment

The atmosphere in the cavern grew itchy and heavy, as though the very air was waiting for something to snap.

All eyes were on Volk, standing defiant before the assembled Orc clans.

His bold declaration was in the waiting, reverberating through the silence after his mighty roar.

The chieftains of the Bloodfang Clan, Ironhide Clan, Thunderstrike Clan, Stonefist Clan, Shadowclaw Clan, Fireblood Clan, and Frostbite Clan stood in disbelief, with their muscles taut with squirming tension.

Each Orc seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Then, with a growl that could shake mountains, the Bloodfang chieftain stepped forward.

"GurraaaaaAaAaAAAHHH!!"

His scarred, hulking frame moved with purpose, his blood-red eyes locked onto Volk.

The battle-worn marks on his body told the story of a veteran—one who had seen countless wars and survived them all.