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 air was still thick with violent tension as Volk stood amidst the clearing smoke, his bruised and battered body a testament to the battle.

Yet, there was an undeniable confidence in his posture, his calm expression almost mocking the chieftains who had believed him defeated just moments ago.

He slowly lifted his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist as if testing his strength.

The silence of disbelief was broken by the first murmur among the chieftains.

"H-How…?" The Bloodfang chieftain's voice trembled, the disbelief clear in his bloodshot eyes. "How did he—?"

Another chieftain, from the Stonefist Clan, growled in frustration. His massive fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging in his neck.

"Impossible! He should have been crushed!"

The Frostbite chieftain, his face pale and ashen, glared at Volk. "No one survives the Orc Formation. No one!" His voice was rising, a mix of fear and confusion.

Warchief