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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
198 Chs

Dreadmaw Clan

The tension in the air was thick as the orcs of the Bloodfang Clan and the Ironhide Clan stood frozen, with their eyes wide, slightly shocked.

Especially the Ironhide Clan, who had entered the catacombs next to Bloodfang Clan.

They could hardly believe what they were seeing.

"How in the name of Gruul did the Dreadmaw Clan reach here first?" the leader of the Ironhide Clan muttered under his breath, one could notice his deep voice were barely containing the confusion.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the distant figures of Volk and his orcs, who were trudging steadily through the dark stone corridors, their backs hunched beneath the weight of massive crystals.

Behind the leader of the Ironhide Clan, his subordinates stood with their arms crossed, equally bewildered.

The blood-red eyes of every orc followed the trail of the Dreadmaw Clan.