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 stood still, his eyes shut tightly, forcing his mind to focus.

His breaths were ragged, and his body was trembling with the pressure of them all.

He knew how his system worked—how it thrived on the reality of the situation, the choices made under extreme duress.

If there was an escape, it would help him find it.

His thoughts raced wildly, colliding in a chaotic jumble.

His mind flashed through images of forests, valleys, mountains—but nothing seemed right.

The forest could provide cover, places to hide... But as soon as the thought formed, he dismissed it.

No, they're already in the forest.

The trees would only delay the inevitable.

His brow furrowed as frustration gnawed at him. He had to think faster.

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