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

Deep within the suffocating embrace of the cave, Volk crouched low against the uneven stone floor

The air was damp, thick with the earthy tang of moss and moisture.

Faint streaks of light danced from cracks in the ceiling, illuminating jagged walls that seemed to close in with every passing moment.

The distant drip, drip, drip of water echoed endlessly, each droplet a subtle reminder of the oppressive silence that had settled over his horde.

Shadows loomed large, flickering and twisting like specters as the dim light hit the cavern's stalactites.

Volk's sharp crimson eyes pierced through the gloom, watching the faint movements of the harpies far ahead.

They flitted in and out of view, their silhouettes sharp against the sparse light. Wings fluttered softly, producing faint whoosh, whoosh sounds that carried through the otherwise still cavern.

Offer