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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 · สงคราม
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236 Chs

Orc's Bloodline fear

The cave echoed with the sound of dripping water amidst the bone armored Orcs who were frozen in fear.

The dim light from the phosphorescent moss barely illuminated the jagged rocks lining the cavern's walls.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the pungent odor of the three-headed beast, Dozer.

Its low growl reverberated through the space, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet.

As Zenveil kept talking, Volk's figure appeared near his face in a blur.

He moved with a swift, almost inOrcish grace, with his form sidestepped through the shadows as though they were part of him.

However, the faint clink of his armor was drowned out by the beast's guttural snarls. And before he could launch an attack, Warlock Zenveil, perched atop the massive creature, flicked his wrist dismissively.

Volk felt a force slam into him.

Kabang!