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

<p>The battle against the bat creatures raged on, the air filled with an unsettling mix of screeches and the rhythmic whir of the Horde's new gliders. Victory felt within reach, but it wasn't going to come quickly—or easily. Each passing moment was a grind of blood, sweat, and sheer willpower, as the Horde pushed themselves to their limits to adapt and overcome their monstrous foes.</p>

<p>Volk stood at the heart of the chaos, his crimson eyes burning with determination. He barked commands, his voice cutting through the cacophony like a blade. "Goblins, flank left! Orcs, cover their ascent! Ogres—keep the skies clear above them! You're not here to decorate the ground with your failures!"</p>

Beration, not celebration