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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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DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE, VOOOOOOLLK!!!

A deep, guttural roar tore through Volk's throat as he staggered to his feet, fury burning like molten steel in his veins.

The raw, primal rage within him boiled over, a force that refused to be contained, swelling with each blow, with each pulse of pain.

His muscles bulged larger, fibers stretching under the relentless pressure of his own wrath.

He could feel his strength multiplying, the sensation like an unending tide crashing within his core, driving him to rise, to fight harder, to destroy anything that dared stand in his path.

But the Death Monarch only laughed, his mirth a twisted melody that filled the air, echoing off the shadowed cliffs and broken stones surrounding them.

His bony hands flickered in the air, weaving intricate patterns as he called forth more undead monstrosities.