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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

TO BATTLE!

"YOU REALLY!!"

Zenveil's voice was a thunderclap in the cavern, filled with a fury that echoed off the jagged walls.

Before Volk could react, the Warlock and his monstrous steed, Dozer, were already upon him.

The air split with a booming sound, and in the blink of an eye, Zenveil's sneering face was inches from Volk's.

Bang!

The massive paw of the three-headed beast, controlled with precision by Zenveil's dark magic, swung toward Volk with blinding speed.

KaBang!

The impact was like a boulder colliding with Volk's chest.

The force drove him deep into the earth, with the ground swallowing him in a cloud of dust and debris.

His bones groaned under the heavy pressure, and for a moment, the world was nothing but a blur of pain.

His mind spun, the taste of blood sharp on his tongue. But even as the world dimmed around him, Volk clung to consciousness, his heart pounding in defiance.

He wasn't dead.