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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. |

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235 Chs

System update completed

Bong Me-Eon had done it without thinking.

Watching Song Woo-Ji so close to death—so utterly defeated—had broken something within her.

She couldn't let it happen again.

Not to him.

Not when she'd already lost so much.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to remain upright, a sharp ache throbbing through her limbs.

Song Woo-Ji lay beside her, stunned but alive, saved by her last-minute intervention. She knew this was a fleeting moment, and yet, even a single second longer was worth it.

For Bong Me-Eon, the concept of loss was no stranger.

It was a shadow, always lurking, always waiting to take those she held dear. Her life was a story written in loss, a cycle that had begun far too young.

Her first memory of it was of her parents. She was barely a child, innocent and bright-eyed, clinging to her mother's hand as they strolled down the busy streets of their town.