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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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233 Chs

Orc Formation

Suddenly, without warning, Volk's knee buckled beneath him, and he dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.

The sound echoed ominously through the chamber, bouncing off the stone walls like a warning.

For a moment, he was confused. His body, though battered and bruised, had endured the chieftains' magical onslaught. But now, his legs trembled, refusing to support him.

The gathered Orcs of each clan stiffened.

Their eyes darted between each other, uncertain.

The chieftains, still heaving with labored breaths, exchanged glances.

Slowly, a cruel smirk spread across the Bloodfang chieftain's face. He straightened up, despite his own exhaustion, and nodded to the others.

"Let's do it. The Orc Formation," the Bloodfang chieftain muttered darkly, his voice low and full of deadly intent.

Volk's eyes narrowed. He planted his hands firmly on the ground, pushing himself back to his feet, but his muscles screamed in protest.