Espiritu_Santu

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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Volk's muscles tensed as the countdown to the end of his Radioactive form loomed in his mind.

Every second counted, and with each heartbeat, the sense of urgency grew.

He had no time to think, no time to calculate his next move, no time to be distracted by chaos in front.

His attacks were wild, chaotic, but that was all he could rely on now.

The random nature of his strikes was his only hope.

Maybe, just maybe, one of them would erupt and hit the Warlock hard enough to bring him down.

He needed to spam randomly with different effects!

Volk didn't care about the system mission anymore.

He didn't care about completing objectives. All that mattered was survival—and making the enemy in front feel any kind of enemy.

The mission felt like a distant echo now, drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears.

True Origin of Orcs