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 Horde hesitated at the edge of the descending path, the steep trail snaking down into the unknown depths of the mountain. Volk stood at the forefront, his gaze scanning the jagged rocks and shifting shadows below. Though the owl leader's body lay broken and lifeless, his parting words clung to their minds like a ghostly whisper. The Lost Mountain. A place where mists swallowed invaders whole, and beasts hunted in silence. The air itself seemed heavier, charged with an unnatural stillness that made every breath feel labored.</p>

<p>"We move," Volk ordered, his voice sharp but steady, slicing through the oppressive quiet. "Stay alert. Watch your steps. No one strays from the group."</p>

The mist thickens