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 air exploded with movement as the owl people swooped down from the heavens, their wings slicing through the stillness. They moved with precision and arrogance, their mocking laughter echoing through the camp like a chorus of disdainful crows.

"You fools!" one of the owl people cried, his voice sharp and high-pitched, carried effortlessly by the thinning wind. "You think your crude weapons and lumbering forms can match us in the skies? Stay grounded, where you belong!"

Another swooped lower, his sharp talons grazing dangerously close to the heads of the goblins. "Pathetic!" he sneered, pulling up sharply into the air and performing a taunting loop. "You'll never touch us!"

The Horde bristled under the verbal barrage, their grips tightening on their weapons. Volk, however, stood calmly in the center of the chaos, his crimson eyes following the owl people's every move. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Sky become ours