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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

Swallowed

The air in the cavern had become thick with dust and tension, the walls pulsing with a strange, steady hum that seemed to build with each second.

Volk's brow furrowed as he looked around at the anxious faces of his Orcs, his voice echoing in the vast space.

"What's the problem, Horde?" he barked, irritation flashing in his eyes. His voice came out low and gravelly, sharp enough to cut through the din of muttered voices and creaking stone.

An Orc stepped forward, the tremor of fear visible in his gaze as he gestured around them. "Watchief… the cave… it's crumbling."

"Crumbling?" Volk's brows knitted together. He cast a sweeping glance around him, his gaze following the jagged cracks spider-webbing along the walls, winding their way like veins of some massive, ancient creature coming to life.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble more insistently, as though something monstrous lay just below, struggling to break free.