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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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Capture

Amidst the battlefield's chaos, Volk's towering form loomed like a dark monolith, standing impervious and unyielding.

His bellowing laughter filled the air, mocking the desperation etched on his opponents' faces.

The middle-aged woman and Bong Me-Eon moved with unison born of years of training, flinging spell after spell at Volk, desperately trying to break through his hardened defenses.

The ground trembled beneath them as each spell struck with resounding force, sending shards of rock and sparks of energy ricocheting around them. But for every inch they gained, Volk advanced two more, his massive frame absorbing their attacks with a chilling, unaffected resilience.

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, pushing herself harder, feeling the strain claw at her energy reserves.

Her voice rose above the din, "Sarcha Volfoareus!" chanting incantations that twisted the very air with darkness and eldritch light.