Strongest Radioactive System

Chapter 95 - 95: Body Changes

As Volk stood there, watching the last drop of his blood seep into the glowing crystal, a familiar chime echoed in his mind.

| Ding!

The notification was sharp and clear, cutting through the lingering strange heavy atmosphere in the catacomb.

| Mission completed.

| Reach and drip some blood first on the newly forming crystal deep in the dungeon within thirty minutes.

| Rewards: The host will always be sent to a dimension near where the Nuclear Reactor Vessel will be sent to.

| Failure: Death of everyone in the Dreadmaw Clan, including the host.

| Status: Completed. |

Volk blinked, reading the words over again. Immediately, sigh of relief.

Nuclear Reactor Vessel?

Solluha'r?

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't know.

But as long as the reward wasn't death, he was willing to accept whatever bizarre fate the system had in store for him.

The alternative was something far worse.

He shook his head, pushing away the gnawing thoughts.

Survival was enough for now.

Suddenly, before he could ponder further, a sharp shockwave erupted from the crystal.

It rippled through the room, knocking a few of the Orcs off balance.

Volk's body tensed, instinctively stepping back, but the strange force tugged at him.

He felt... light.

Too light.

Like his body was no longer tethered to the ground. His boots no longer felt heavy, his muscles no longer weighed down by the usual burden of battle and fatigue.

Grashk was the first to notice.

His eyes widened, his tusks trembling slightly as he pointed across the room.

"Grok'Thar! What is happening to you?"

Everyone's gaze shot to Grok'Thar, who was staring at his hands in confusion and horror.

His skin—once a robust, deep green—was melting.

Or at least, that's what it looked like. Green liquid dripped from his arms, pooling around his feet.

Grok'Thar looked up at Grashk, his eyes wild with panic.

"I-I don't know!" Grok'Thar stammered. His voice quivered with terror. "The same thing happening to you, Grashk!"

Grashk's head jerked down to look at his own hands.

His skin, too, was melting—thick, viscous streams of green liquid pouring from his body, forming small puddles beneath him.

His muscles quivered as if trying to hold together, but the strange fluid kept leaking out.

Volk felt a deep sense of dread rise in his chest.

He was breathing heavily, immediately his hand instinctively gripped his weapon.

Something was very, very wrong.

This wasn't just the system anymore—he could feel that something more sinister was at play.

He glanced around at the others. Grok'Thar.

Grashk.

Even Grounad.

They were all starting to dissolve, the green liquid spreading across the stone floor like some cursed ooze.

"What... what the hell is going on?" Grok'Thar's voice was panicked, his eyes darting around as if

Volk stood silent for a moment.

Are they marked?

He felt danger.

But he knew they couldn't turn back now.

Whatever had happened, it was tied to this dungeon, tied to the strange crystals and the system's mission.

Finally, Volk looked up, his eyes hardening with resolve. "We stand together," he said firmly.