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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

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The chanting gradually gave way to raucous conversation as the ogres and orcs began swapping tales of the brutal showdown they had just witnessed.

Their voices were filled with admiration, awe, and disbelief.

"Did ya see that? That enemy was like no other—mighty strong, full of dark magic! But the Warchief crushed him like he was nothing!"

"Nothing?! He was more than that, mate. He was like a force, that one. All that undead magic swirling around, but our Warchief tore him apart piece by piece!"

"Aye, he was so strong, I thought we'd be done for! I was bracing myself for the worst!"

They laughed, though some still bore expressions of awe mixed with disbelief.

The Death Monarch, as they would soon come to call him, had been a terrifying enemy, his dark aura nearly overwhelming them all.