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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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You have no idea

Kragath groaned, clutching his ribs as he sat up, his labored breathing echoing in the tense silence.

The surrounding Orcs remained frozen, their gazes fixed on the two warriors.

Then, with a grunt of effort, Kragath muttered, "Okay." He extended a hand as if accepting defeat and offering peace.

Volk nodded, letting out a small sigh of relief. "You've made the right choice," he began, taking a step forward. But as he reached out, Kragath's fingers twitched.

Suddenly—SWOOSH!

The arena-hardened Orc lunged forward with a speed that belied his injuries. His fingers curled into claws, aiming for Volk's throat.

The crowd gasped, their collective breath held in suspense.

But Volk's reflexes were sharper. He sidestepped with uncanny grace, Kragath's strike missing him by inches. WHOOSH!

Volk spun around, his eyes narrowing. "Really?" he barked, his voice sharp with disappointment.