Strongest Radioactive System

Volk stood there, panting heavily, as the dust settled around him.

His chest heaved with each breath, and his muscles bulged, throbbed with the strengthened destructive muscle of his Radioactive form.

He could still feel the remnants of fear gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, but it was overshadowed by something far more potent: rage.

Pure, unadulterated rage that coursed through his veins, rippling like molten lava, ready to explode and cause an extinction to all.

Volk glanced down at the timer on his system interface. His eyes widened in surprise.

Last time, he had only five minutes in his Radioactive form, but now… now he had seven minutes.

"How?" he thought, his mind racing. "Did I get stronger? No… it must be thanks to Solluha'r. She must have done something…" but the one who was thinking was the Orc inside his radioactive form.

He said, immediately, his thoughts were interrupted by a cold, mocking voice.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Zenveil's voice slithered through the air like a serpent.

The Warlock, perched on top of the center head of the massive three-headed dog, sneered at Volk.

His eyes glinted with malicious glee as he observed the transformation taking place before him.

"It seems you've bulked up quite a bit, hazard Orc. Impressive. Truly, I must say, I'm almost… surprised."

He leaned forward, his grin widening. "But don't let it get to your head, little green buzzwark. It's nothing more than a bit of extra meat for me to chew on."

Volk's eyes narrowed, with his blood boiling.

The Warlock's taunts only fueled the fire within him. His muscles immediately coiled, with every fiber of his being vibrating with barely contained fury.

He wasn't just going to fight Zenveil.

He was going to destroy him if he could!

He will use it all, even if his teeth were destroyed, he will be happy with it!

Zenveil raised a hand, and with a sinister cackle, he commanded the hulking beast beneath him to attack. "Time to exercise my jaw!" he roared.

The three-headed dog, a monstrous creation of flesh and dark magic, lunged forward with terrifying speed, one could see immediately its three sets of jaws snapped open to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Volk braced himself.

Grrrrr…

The ground beneath him cracked and buckled as he planted his feet, preparing for the onslaught.

The first head came at him from the right, jaws wide open, ready to tear him apart.

Kabagm!

Volk let out a thunderous roar—"GRAAAAAAHHH!!"—as he swung his massive fist upward.

BOOM!

His fist connected with the side of the beast's head, the impact sending a shockwave through the air.

The head snapped back, but before Volk could celebrate, the second head was already upon him.

CRUNCH!

The jaws clamped down on Volk's shoulder, the sharp teeth sinking into his flesh.

Pain shot through his body, but instead of weakening him, it only made him angrier.

"HAAARRGGHHH!!"

His roar of pain morphed into one of fury as he drove his other fist into the beast's neck.

"AARRGGHH!!"

The muscles in his arm bulged as he poured every ounce of strength into the blow.

BANG!

The force of the punch was immense, driving the second head backward, but the third head was quick to follow.

It lunged at Volk's midsection, intending to rip him apart.

Volk reacted instinctively, GRRRRR!! twisting his body to the side as he brought his elbow crashing down onto the beast's skull.

THUD!

The third head recoiled, but Zenveil's laughter echoed through the battlefield, taunting Volk. "Is that all you've got, little Orc?" Zenveil mocked. "You're barely scratching the surface!"

Volk's vision blurred with rage. He could feel the blood seeping from the wounds on his shoulder, but the pain only served to drive him further into a berserk state.

"UWAAAARRRGGHHH!!"

He roared again, the sound reverberating through the air as he charged at the beast.

Each step he took shook the ground, cracks spider webbing outward from where his feet landed.

KAGAM!

The three-headed dog reared back, its massive claws slashing through the air. Volk ducked under the swipe, his eyes blazing with fury as he leaped upward.

His fist came crashing down with a deafening BOOM!, connecting with the beast's chest.

The impact sent the beast staggering backward, but it quickly recovered, all three heads snapping at Volk simultaneously.

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!*

Volk weaved between the attacks, his movements fueled by pure rage.

He slammed his fists into the ground, causing the earth to erupt in a shower of rocks and debris.

The debris pelted the beast, momentarily disorienting it, but Zenveil's laughter continued to echo in his ears.

"You're nothing but a brute, little buzzwark Orc! You think brute strength alone can defeat me?"

Zenveil's voice was dripping with contempt as he gestured with his hand.

The beast's wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting back together as if it had never been injured.

Volk's heart pounded in his chest.

The sight of the beast healing so effortlessly sent a fresh wave of rage coursing through him.

"VOOOLLLLKKK NOOOOOOT LITTTLEEEEE!!!"

He could feel his control slipping, the primal instincts of the Radioactive form taking over. His vision tinged red as he let out a feral growl, his muscles straining against the limits of his form.

Zenveil laughed, "HAHA You are little!!!"

The three-headed dog lunged at him again, but this time, Volk was ready. He sidestepped the attack, his movements faster, more precise than before.

He swung his fist in a wide arc, connecting with the beast's ribs with a sickening CRACK!

The beast howled in pain, AAAARRGHH!! but Zenveil's voice cut through the noise.

"Pathetic! You're still just a toy for me to play with!" Zenveil taunted, his voice filled with glee.

Volk's blood boiled.

GRRRR!!!

"VOOOLLLLKK NOT PATHEEEEETIC!!!"

The Warlock's words were like gasoline on the fire of his rage. He could feel the power of his Radioactive form growing, the raw energy surging through his veins.

Zenveil laughed again, "YOU ARE WEAK!!"

UWWAARRGGHH!!

With a roar that shook the very ground beneath him, Volk charged at the beast, his fists a blur of motion.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each punch landed with bone-shattering force, driving the beast back step by step. But no matter how much damage Volk inflicted, the beast kept coming, its wounds healing almost as fast as they were made.

'AAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHH!!"

Volk's fury reached a fever pitch. He could feel the timer ticking down, the seconds slipping away. He needed to finish this, and fast.

But the beast was relentless. It lashed out with its claws, catching Volk across the chest. SLASH!

The pain was excruciating, but Volk didn't falter. He brought his fists crashing down on the beast's head, the impact sending tremors through the ground.

Zenveil's laughter filled the air. "Is that the best you can do, little orc? I expected more from you!"

Volk's growl rumbled deep in his chest.

GRRRRRR!!!

He could feel the anger boiling over, pushing him to the brink. He wasn't going to let Zenveil win fast!

With a final, earth-shattering roar, Volk unleashed all his strength in a flurry of punches, RAAAAGGH!! RAAAGGHH!! RAAAGGH!! each one landing with the force of a sledgehammer.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The beast staggered under the onslaught, but it wasn't enough.

Volk could see the wounds healing, the beast's strength returning. He could feel his own strength waning, the timer ticking down to the final moments.

And then, with a roar of its own, the beast retaliated. Its jaws snapped shut around Volk's torso, lifting him off the ground.

CRUNCH!

The pain was blinding, but Volk's rage was stronger. He grabbed hold of the beast's jaws, prying them apart with sheer brute force. His muscles strained, his veins bulging as he forced the beast to release him.

BANG!

Volk hit the ground hard, but he was back on his feet in an instant. He could feel the blood trickling down his body, the wounds stinging with every movement. But he didn't care.

All he cared about was taking Zenveil down.

The Warlock watched from atop the beast, his grin fading slightly as he saw the determination in Volk's eyes. "You should be dead by now," Zenveil muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "Why won't you just die?"

Volk responded with a RAAAAAGGAAHAHH!! He didn't have the time or the energy for words. He was focused, his mind set on one goal: bringing Zenveil to his knees.

And then, in the midst of the chaos, a notification flashed across Volk's vision.

He blinked, momentarily distracted by the words that appeared before him.

| Ding!

| Would you like to use Nuclear Devastation Strike? |

Volk's mind raced. He had never seen this option before. But the name alone was enough to send a thrill of anticipation through him.

He quickly glanced at the options that appeared beneath the notification.

| 1. Nuclear Devastation Botanical Strike: (10)

| 2. Nuclear Devastation Wind Strike: (6)

| 3. Nuclear Devastation Earth Strike: (3)

| 4. Nuclear Devastation Water Strike: (3) |

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