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 ground quaked, sending tremors through the earth.

The sound of the explosion was deafening—a violent eruption that roared through the air like a beast unleashed.

A blast wave tore across the field, flattening the tall grass and sending a cloud of dust and debris high into the cave ceiling.

It was as if the very cave itself had ripped open for a few moments, vomiting forth fire, smoke, and destruction.

The energy of the blast crackled with arcs of lightning, sizzling through the air as flames and icy shards mixed, creating a chaotic storm that consumed everything in its path.

A shockwave pulsed outward, hammering against the chieftains and the watching clans.

The sheer force of the explosion knocked a few of the weaker Orcs off their feet, while others staggered back, shielding their eyes from the blinding light.

Look behind you