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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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Got it!

At the back of the Dreadmaw Clan, a raucous laughter erupted from a small group of Orcs, led by Grashk and Grok'Thar, Volk's catacomb last time companions.

They stood tall, arms crossed, with wide grins plastered across their scarred faces as they eyed the massive Ground Bull stomping its hooves in the dirt.

"Look at that poor bull," Grashk chortled, his deep voice carrying over the murmurs of the gathered Orcs. "Doesn't stand a chance against Volk! It's like sending a rabbit to fight a mountain!"

"Aye!" Grok'Thar boomed in agreement, slapping his thick thigh with a resounding smack. "Volk's the strongest there is! This is a waste of time. Grounad's just delaying the inevitable!"

The other Orcs of the Dreadmaw Clan burst into hearty laughter, their confidence in Volk unshakable.

They knew something the other Orcs didn't—a secret advantage that had saved their lives countless times before.