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 oppressive mist still clung to the air, wrapping the world in its eerie shroud as Volk stood by the mouth of the cave. He didn't bother hiding his irritation, his sharp eyes narrowing at the gathered members of the horde. They milled about hesitantly, shuffling their feet, avoiding his gaze, and mumbling excuses that barely rose above whispers. The sound of the silence outside was unsettling, yes, but the tension inside the cave was growing unbearable.

One goblin, the smallest and most timid, spoke up, his voice trembling. "M-Maybe we should wait a bit longer, Volk. You know… just to be sure? The mist might still be dangerous."

A second goblin, older and scarred, nodded in agreement. "Yeah. What's the harm in waiting another hour or so? We don't even know what's out there. If we go now, we might just be walking into a trap."

Strange day