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 a vast, shadowy expanse, lit only by the faint glimmer of the runes that adorned the walls.

The atmosphere of the catacomb was suffocating now, every Orc present holding their breath as they waited for what was about to unfold.

The sound of heavy boots echoed through the cave as the chieftains of all the Orc clans stepped forward, their eyes locked on Volk.

Volk stood in the center, his broad chest rising and falling steadily, his eyes glinting with cold amusement.

He began to stretch, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he extended his arms and rolled his shoulders.

There was an eerie calm about him, as though the battle that was about to begin was nothing more than a casual exercise.

"Finally," Volk said, his voice breaking the silence, "I can have a good workout."

The words, spoken with such confidence, sent a ripple through the crowd.

Hand to Hand combat