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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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Test of Strength

The Death Monarch smirked and extended a single finger toward Volk. "Beat him up until his feet can no longer stand back up," he commanded, his voice low and resonant, the sound of it like a death toll vibrating through the air.

The two skeletal hounds lunged forward, their bodies moving with surprising speed, every step they took leaving scorch marks on the ground. 

As Volk struggled to his feet, they were upon him, their razor-sharp claws tearing through the air, each swipe leaving trails of death energy that crackled in their wake.

Volk let out a thunderous roar, defiant and unyielding, as he braced himself, his muscles bulging with newfound fury. 

He swung his massive fists, one toward each hound, his movements a symphony of brute strength and raw rage. 

CRASH! 

His right fist connected with the jaw of the first hound, shattering several of its fangs with a sickening crunch, sending shards of bone flying.