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's crimson eyes narrowed as he absorbed the information. His mind raced, calculating the risks and rewards.

The message wasn't just an annoyance—it was a demand.

The penalty for failure, the reward system, the pressure of a ticking clock—it all felt like a cruel joke.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Volk glanced at the scout who had found the tracks, then at the restless Horde behind him.

If they could find the lair quickly, he could secure a vital resource. He had no illusions about what the "goblin slaves" implied.

They would be disposable assets, perfect for aerial engagements.

He straightened, his expression hardening into something cold and unyielding.

"We move immediately," Volk barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. He turned to the scarred Ogre and pointed toward the ridge.

"You'll lead the main force along this path. Weapons ready. Move cautiously but swiftly."

Harpy Mission