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. |

Strongest Radioactive System

The cavern was filled with the low hum of dark magic, its oppressive presence radiating from Urza'lin as she prepared another spell, her desperation clear in every strained movement.

Her eyes darted to the Orcs and Elves who had once been under her control.

The tattoos that had bound them to her will were fading, vanishing like mist in the early morning sun.

Suddenly, a voice rang out through the chaos, piercing the air with a mixture of excitement and fury.

"VOLK! YOU CAN KILL HER! THE TATTOOS ON THEIR BODIES ARE GONE!" Grounad's shout echoed across the cavern.

Volk's eyes blazed with renewed intensity. He didn't need a second reminder.

The moment those words left Grounad's mouth, Volk was already moving, and his massive frame barreled forward like a war tank pouncing on every bullet shot.

His Axe of Dissection glinted in the dim light of the catacombs, its edge thirsting for blood.

Kill!