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 tension in the air thickened as Volk, his tone both commanding and curious, asked, "Fly us to the Elven Continent."

The owl people exchanged fearful glances, their golden eyes darting between one another. Their feathers bristled, not in defiance, but in panic. The female owl, still trembling from her earlier plea, took a cautious step forward. "W-we can't…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Volk's sharp gaze narrowed as he stepped closer. "Can't?" he repeated, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or won't?"

The female flinched but held her ground. "It's not that we refuse," she said quickly, her words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to explain. "It's… it's that we're not equipped to carry such heavy loads. We're built for speed, not strength. Carrying even one of you for such a long journey would be…"

"Impossible?" Volk interjected, his tone mocking yet probing.

Take us to them