webnovel

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. |

Espiritu_Santu · Quân đội
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
228 Chs

Ephemeral Death Spore

Volk tore through the remnants of the collapsed domain, his massive, radioactive form sending debris flying as he rummaged through the wreckage.

In his mind, he imagined a grand scene—a victory unlike any other.

"Volk strongest!" he thought, envisioning his Horde, Orcs turned into Ogres, gathering around him.

They would chant his name in guttural roars, celebrating his triumph.

His imagination ran wild as he pictured the moment when he'd return to them, standing atop mountains of fallen enemies.

Volk grinned wickedly to himself as he imagined the Horde—thousands of them, hulking and mighty, rampaging through cities at his command.

They would tear down walls, crush entire armies, and leave devastation in their wake.

"VOLK LEADER!"

He would roar, and his Horde would respond in kind, their booming voices echoing in unison as they stormed across the battlefield, destroying everything in sight.