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 stood frozen, their weapons clenched tightly, eyes darting through the oppressive mist. The tension in the air was suffocating, each member straining to catch any sign of movement in the swirling fog. The growls and snarls that had surrounded them moments ago seemed to vanish, replaced by an eerie silence.

"Was it just... noise?" a goblin whispered, his voice trembling.

"Don't let your guard down," Volk growled, his eyes scanning the void. "This mist is alive. Tricks and illusions are its weapons."

Suddenly, a faint rustling noise broke the quiet, barely audible but enough to send a chill through the group. The sound grew louder, closer, morphing into a series of wet, slithering noises. The mist around them seemed to ripple, its tendrils shifting and curling like living creatures.

Fake or real