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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

Other Orc Clans secret

Volk stared at Grounad, with his brow furrowed incredibly in confusion.

"I thought we only needed to stay here, wait for the war above to settle down between Red elven Warlocks and Dark Elven Witches, and then we could come back, right?"

His voice held uncertainty, as if the plan he had believed in suddenly made no sense.

Grounad glanced at him with an expression of realization, his rough features softening as he remembered something crucial.

"That's what the other clans want you to think, Volk. But it's not that simple."

The Dreadmaw Clan had always been different.

Discriminated against.

Shunned by the other Orc Clans because of their perceived weakness.

Volk didn't know that much as Grounad observe his facial expression. And probably, Volk also didn't understand why it mattered so much here, in this dungeon.

"You don't know, do you?"

Grounad continued, his tone patient but serious.