Strongest Radioactive System

Volk barely had time to regain his footing after the last blow before Dozer, with its immense speed and power, surged forward once again.

One of its massive heads, larger than an orc's entire body, snapped towards Volk with the force of a battering ram.

"Kabang!"

Volk was slammed into the cavern wall again, the impact shaking the entire chamber.

His vision blurred as pain shot through his body, but before he could even groan, a system notification flashed before his eyes.

| Ding!

| Would you like to use the Radioactive Form? |

For a brief moment, Volk considered it. His heart pounded as he remembered the power he had unlocked within him, the form that could amplify his strength beyond imagination. But just as he was about to activate it, he caught sight of something that made him pause.

One of the orcs, a broad-shouldered warrior with a fierce expression, had lunged forward while Volk was recovering.

With a mighty swing of his hammer, he brought it crashing down on one of Dozer's heads.

"KABANG!"

The hammer struck with incredible force, and to Volk's amazement, the beast recoiled.

A shocked silence fell over the orcs for a split second.

The monster had been hurt—actually hurt!

Volk had assumed the beast was too powerful, too overwhelming to be harmed by conventional weapons. Yet, here it was, staggering back from the blow.

"It's…weak!" Volk shouted, his voice tinged with both surprise and exhilaration. "Just avoid its headbutts! Overall, it's weak!"

The orcs, who had been bracing themselves for the worst, took heart at Volk's words.

Their eyes lit up with a renewed fervor.

If the beast could be hurt, then it could be defeated.

With a roar, the orcs crowded forward again, weapons raised high, ready to slam all their might.

Volk, still clutching his axe, barked out orders as he joined them in the charge.

"Wait for its heads to swing down, then strike! Time your blows to hit the necks, right below the jaws! Don't attack all at once—hit it, then fall back! We need to tire it out, make it bleed!"

The orcs responded with ferocity, each of them throwing their entire weight behind their attacks.

The cavern echoed with the sounds of battle—axes cleaving through air, hammers crashing against bone, and the guttural growls of the beast.

Dozer, realizing it was under attack from all sides, lashed out in fury.

Its three heads moved with blinding speed, snapping and snarling, each bite capable of crushing an orc's body in an instant.

The ground trembled beneath its weight as it lunged and stomped, trying to scatter the orcs like ants. But Volk's command held the orcs together, their movements now coordinated, their attacks precise.

"Dodge to the left!" Volk shouted, and the orcs narrowly avoided a crushing headbutt from one of the beast's massive skulls. "Now, swing at the jaw—hit it hard!"

Another orc, wielding a spiked club, swung with all his might, connecting with one of the beast's jaws.

The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the beast's body, causing it to stagger once more.

"Good! Now fall back—don't let it corner you! Keep moving!"

The orcs followed Volk's lead, their attacks coming in waves.

They moved in and out, striking and then retreating, always keeping just out of reach of Dozer's snapping jaws.

They were like a swarm of wasps, stinging from all sides, never staying still long enough for the beast to land a killing blow.

But as the battle dragged on, the mysterious voice returned, its tone now laced with panic. "Crush them, Dozer! Crush them all, especially that hazardous orc! Kill him first!"

The voice was relentless, urging Dozer to focus its wrath on Volk.

The beast seemed to respond to the commands, its heads snapping towards Volk with renewed fury. But Volk was ready.

"Shield wall!" he bellowed, and the orcs with shields immediately formed a barrier in front of him, blocking the beast's advance.

The force of Dozer's charge sent the orcs sliding back, but they held firm, with their shields braced against the ground.

"Now, strike its legs!"

Volk ordered, and the orcs who weren't holding shields darted forward, hacking at the beast's legs with their axes and swords.

Dozer howled in pain, its movements becoming seemingly more erratic as it tried to shake them off.

"Retreat!"

Volk called, and the orcs fell back just as one of Dozer's heads swung down, missing them by inches.

The beast roared in frustration, they could its red eyes glowing with an almost demonic fury.

However, Volk was not focused on that, they could see the strain in the beast's movements now.

It was slowing down, its attacks becoming less coordinated.

The wounds the orcs had inflicted were beginning to take their toll, it's obvious with its blood flowing freely from gashes in its legs and necks.

"We've got it on the ropes!" Volk shouted. "Keep pressing the attack! We're wearing it down!"

The orcs redoubled their efforts, their spirits lifted by the sight of the beast faltering.

They moved with renewed energy, their strikes more precise, their coordination more fluid.

Each time Dozer tried to retaliate, they were already out of reach, preparing for the next attack.

But the voice in the darkness would not let up. "Dozer, you fool! Kill them! Kill the hazardous one! He's the most dangerous of them all!"

Dozer roared in response, but its movements were sluggish now, its three heads moving with less ferocity.

The orcs could see it—this beast, for all its terrifying power, was just as vulnerable to pain and fatigue as any other creature.

Volk, sensing the end was near, gave the final command. "Everyone, prepare for the final strike! On my signal, we attack together!"

The orcs gathered their strength, their muscles burning with exhaustion but their resolve unbroken.

They watched as Volk raised his axe, waiting for the moment.

"Now! Lok'tar Ogaaaaaaaaaar!"

The orcs charged as one, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.

Dozer, too slow to react, tried to snap at them with its jaws, but the orcs were too fast.

They struck with all their might, their weapons biting deep into the beast's flesh.

The impact was devastating.

With a final, pitiful howl, "ahoooooooorrgghhh!!" Dozer's massive body crashed to the ground, the life draining from its three heads.

Dab! Dab! Dab!

The ground shook with the force of its fall, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air.

The orcs stood victorious, their breaths heavy, their bodies aching. But they had done it. The beast was dead.

Volk, however, felt no satisfaction. He stood over the fallen beast, his axe still gripped tightly in his hand.

The battle had been hard-fought, but something gnawed at him.

He hadn't used his Radioactive Form.

He hadn't even tested the limits of his new powers.

How could he gauge his true strength if he hadn't been pushed to his limits?

As he pondered this, the voice from the darkness returned, now filled with venomous rage.

"You may have defeated Dozer, but you're still nothing but a hazardous orc! You'll never achieve your dreams! Dozer should have killed you first, you cursed freak!"

The voice echoed through the cavern, a bitter reminder that their victory, while significant, was only the beginning.

Volk's grip on his axe tightened as he looked into the shadows where the voice had come from.

Whoever this unseen enemy was, they would not rest until Volk was dead.

But Volk was not afraid. He turned to his comrades, who were now gathering around him, he could see their eyes filled with a mix of relief and admiration.

He nodded to them, but his focus was not on them.

| Ding!

| Mission completed.

| Rewards: Radioactive Sidestep!

| The host can now move three meters instantly in a direction that the host desires.

| Cooldown: four seconds.

| Radioactive botanical mana: 5 / 100. |

For now, the battle was won, and he got a random ability reward, but somehow, Volk had a foreboding feeling that the true test of his strength has yet to come.