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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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Dreadmaw Clan, incoming

The gathering at the entrance to the catacombs buzzed with the grim energy of impending battle.

The Orc clans stood together in a loose formation, their tension barely hidden under forced bravado.

They all knew what was coming, what fate awaited those who failed to hide or fight back against the relentless onslaught of Red Elven Warlocks and Dark Elven Witches.

Yet, despite the looming danger, there was an undeniable camaraderie between the Orc tribes—a mutual respect, though often laced with mockery.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the distance.

"Wait!"

The sound echoed across the gathering, halting all movement.

The various Orc clans turned their heads as one, their eyes falling on the approach of the Dreadmaw Clan.

Their numbers were fewer than the other tribes, and their heavy footsteps were slow, burdened with the weight of defeat and exhaustion.