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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. |

Espiritu_Santu · 军事
分數不夠
236 Chs

Domain Destruction

Volk, still in his massive radioactive Ogre-like form, stood in the center of the chaotic Draconic Graveyard domain, pounding his chest with primal fury.

His deep, guttural roar echoed through the barren wasteland.

"VOLK IS THE STRONGEST!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the very earth beneath his feet.

His eyes were wild, his massive fists clenched tightly as he surveyed the destruction he had caused.

Suddenly, his system chimed.

Ding!

| Mission Completed. |

For a brief moment, Volk's rampage halted. He squinted at the notification hovering before him, his mind struggling to comprehend the meaning of the words.

Not all the horde members would perish.

Volk frowned, his sharp teeth grinding against one another as his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Horde… safe?" he growled under his breath, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and bewilderment. But then, another line appeared.

| Please keep yourself alive. |