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

Volk squinted upward as he saw it again—another wave. This time, the harpies carried with them sharpened javelins, glinting cruelly as they hovered ominously over the horde like reapers in the clouds.

Volk's jaw tightened. "SHIELDS UP!" he roared.

Orcs scrambled, raising battered shields above their heads, forming makeshift domes of steel and bone. The Ogres growled, hunching their massive bodies over their smaller kin in a show of unity.

The first wave of javelins fell, hurtling down like deadly rain. The impact was monstrous. Shields splintered. Screams erupted as the deadly projectiles pierced through armor, embedding themselves deep into flesh.

Volk's glowing fists pulsed as he swatted an oncoming javelin out of the air with a swing so powerful that it sent shockwaves across the dirt. But the attacks kept coming, each one breaking away more of their already fraying defenses.

Missions