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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

FINAL RAAAAAAAGE!

Volk's fists crashed down like the hammering of titanic war drums, each slam against the Death Monarch's crumbling form echoing across the battlefield.

KABOOM!

The ground beneath him splintered and cracked, leaving jagged rifts from the sheer force of his blows.

He was unrelenting, ruthless, each strike more brutal than the last, obliterating every trace of the undead Monarch's once-terrifying presence.

Dust and shards of bone burst up from each impact, but Volk paid it no mind; he would reduce his enemy to nothing more than a memory.

"I, the Death Monarch will not fall!" the Death Monarch screamed in final defiance, his voice breaking with anguish and fury. "I will not be forgotten! I will not be buried! I—" he said again, but like earlier, he was flattened again to the ground.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE VOLK DOWN?!"

Volk bellowed, his voice booming like a thunderstorm.