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 flickering torchlight cast shadows over Volk's face as he stood tall amidst the wounded, weary horde.

His crimson eyes glowed faintly, their sharp gleam cutting through the lingering darkness like shards of molten iron.

The air in the cave was heavy—so thick with tension that every ragged breath, every subtle movement of the wounded, seemed to press against the walls.

The horde watched him with a mix of awe and uncertainty, their bloodied forms frozen in place as if the weight of his mere presence held them still.

Volk tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips as his gaze swept across the horde.

His voice came out deep, smooth, and deliberate—each word rolling like thunder, both calm and full of raw power.

The warriors stirred slightly, pride flickering across their tired faces. It was rare for Volk to offer praise, and those two words carried the weight of a hundred compliments.

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