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 Horde charged forward with their newly crafted gadgets strapped to their backs, their formations breaking into an uncoordinated mess as they prepared to confront the bat creatures. The ogres were the first to leap, their large gliders straining under their bulk as they launched themselves awkwardly into the air.

Fwoosh! The wings of their contraptions flapped with a mechanical groan, sending them lurching upward in an uneven arc. One of the ogres tilted too far to the right, spinning uncontrollably before slamming into a tree with a thunderous CRASH!.

"Ughh!" he groaned, pulling himself up as branches rained down around him.

The orcs were no better. Their smaller frames made the gliders easier to maneuver, but they were erratic in their movements, zigzagging through the air with no sense of direction. One soared too low, clipping the edge of a rock, while another spiraled upward, only to stall and plummet to the ground in a heap.

Real time