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 mist wrapped around them like a suffocating blanket, shifting and swirling, obscuring everything in sight. The growls and snarls of unseen monsters reverberated through the fog, a cacophony that set the Horde's nerves on edge. Volk stood in the middle of the disarray, his sword in hand, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any hint of truth amidst the deceit. The Horde was struggling, their breaths ragged, their strikes more erratic with each passing moment.</p>

<p>Everywhere he turned, the mist seemed alive, conjuring forms that loomed over them with malicious intent. Yet Volk knew better now. Some of the creatures weren't real. They were nothing more than illusions meant to drive them to despair. But others—the real ones—were deadly enough to cause chaos among even the strongest of his Horde.</p>

Mist of fear