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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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Earlier, before all these, the Dreadmaw Clan had settled into what was supposed to be a period of uneasy waiting.

Deep within the ancient stone chambers, where the air was thick with dust and the scent of old earth, the older members of the clan had gathered together, attempting to maintain a calm front.

Their mission had been simple: stay hidden, wait for the conflict between the Red Elven Warlocks and the Dark Elven Witches to run its course, and then return home when the skies were clear.

But the Labor Orc named Volk seemed to have other plans.

The younger generation of the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, restless and itching for action, followed their leader Volk with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

They sprinted down the winding tunnels, their boots thudding loudly against the stone, trying to keep pace with Volk's massive strides, leaving their wives behind.