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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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Sign of Dark Elven Witches

The silence following Luk'Tar's fall was abruptly shattered by Lak'Ran's furious bellow.

"Seize him! He used a weapon! He defied the law of Duel! We must not accept that he cheated! Seize that damn Labor Ooooorc!!"

His voice echoed across the clearing, filled with righteous anger, and furious growl as.

Instantly, all eyes turned toward Volk.

The Orcs and Elves, stunned by the brutal fight, now seemed confused, their faces saying they were caught between Lak'Ran's command and the truth of what had just unfolded.

Volk stood tall, his chest heaving as he held the Axe of Dissection.

"Ha!" "Ha!" "Ha!"

He couldn't help and exhale and inhale deep air as he felt it was too taxing to use the boxing moves.

"I'm still not used to those moves!"

He knew Lak'Ran would try to turn the tide against him. He could feel the tension in the air. But he wasn't about to let that happen.