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

"Damn it!" Volk growled, his voice muffled as the webbing covered his face.

Despite his strength and determination, the spider's relentless assault was too much. Within moments, Volk was completely wrapped up, his body immobilized in a thick cocoon of webbing.

The spider loomed over him, victorious, its fangs clicking ominously.

For the first time, Volk felt a flicker of doubt. Had he underestimated this creature? Was this the end?

The cavern fell into a strange, tense silence, broken only by the subtle sounds of the spider's mandibles clicking together as it stood over the cocoon that had become Volk's prison. Wrapped tightly in layer upon layer of the spider's webbing, the cocoon pulsated faintly, almost imperceptibly at first—a mere ripple of motion, like the stirring of a dormant beast.

Struggle