Volk, hulking in his radioactive Ogre-like form, snarled in frustration.

His glowing eyes flickered, and his body trembled with rage.

The bone dragons circled him like vultures, their rattling jaws clacking ominously.

The ground beneath his feet shook, mirroring the seething fury building inside him.

He clenched his fists, the radioactive energy crackling around his massive body like a storm.

“VOLK… SMASH! VOLK… DESTROY!”

His voice boomed across the battlefield, reverberating through the bone-strewn landscape.

He swung his fists wildly, smashing one dragon after another, but it was futile.

The dragons kept rising, bones clicking and clattering, as if mocking him.

Every blow he landed only brought more of them to life. It felt endless, and for the first time, Volk felt something foreign creeping into his chest—desperation.

CRUNCH!

Another dragon slammed into him, sending him flying backward.

Volk crashed into the ground, his body leaving a deep crater.

He groaned, pushing himself up with difficulty.

His muscles screamed, but the anger coursing through him kept him moving.

His breathing was ragged, his vision blurred. He couldn’t let this happen. Not now. Not when he was so close.

“VOLK… ANGRY! VOLK… KILL THEM ALL!”

His bellow shook the air, the radioactive glow around him intensifying. He leaped into the sky, soaring high above the battlefield.

The ground became a blur below him, and for a moment, he could see the entire domain stretched out beneath him—an endless sea of bones and dragons.

It felt like the world itself was crumbling under his feet.

10 seconds remaining.

Suddenly, a notification blinked into existence in his vision.

Ding!

| Would you like to use Nuclear Devastation Strike?

| Available Nuclear Strike: Earth Strike, Level 10. |

Volk’s brow furrowed as he soared through the air, his massive body casting a shadow over the battlefield.

His heart raced as he read the message.

Nuclear Devastation Strike?

His thoughts were jumbled, but another message appeared.

| The strike depends on the host’s desire.

| Please decide what the host truly wants before striking. |

“WHAT? NOT CREATED YET?” Volk growled, “NO SKILL FOR VOLK?” he added with his voice cracking with disbelief. “WHAT VOLK WANT?”

He didn’t have time for this.

The dragons were closing in, the bones below shifting like an ocean of death.

His mind raced, the seconds ticking away as he grappled with the system’s prompt.

9 seconds.

Volk’s hands trembled. His anger surged, boiling over into uncontrollable rage.

What kind of system was this? Asking him what he wanted?

He wanted to kill.

He wanted to crush.

He wanted them all to be obliterated!

His radioactive aura flared, burning brighter and hotter with every second.

“VOLK… SMASH! VOLK DESTROY ALL!”

He screamed, veins bulging in his neck as he slammed his fists into his own chest. But still, the system waited. The countdown continued.

8 seconds.

Volk’s mind spiraled.

What did he want?

What did Volk need?

He couldn’t think straight.

The dragons were swarming below, their jaws snapping, their eyes glowing with the promise of death. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded.

He was running out of time.

“VOLK… NEED… WHAT?”

His voice cracked, almost pleading.

His radioactive form shimmered with unstable energy, the pressure mounting inside him like a ticking bomb.

His rage was consuming him, blinding him to everything except the urge to destroy.

7 seconds.

Volk clenched his fists tighter.

“VOLK… DON’T KNOW!”

His voice boomed across the sky, but the system didn’t care.

It demanded an answer.

What did he want?

What did he need?

The question repeated in his mind, over and over, driving him mad with frustration.

6 seconds.

“WHAT DOES VOLK NEED?!”

He screamed again, smashing his fists into the air as if he could punch the question away. But it lingered, gnawing at his mind like a parasite.

His breathing became erratic, the radioactive energy crackling and sparking around him.

He was on the verge of losing control.

5 seconds.

The countdown kept ticking. Time was slipping through his fingers like sand, and he couldn’t stop it.

The dragons below roared, their numbers multiplying with each passing moment.

Volk’s vision blurred with rage, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode.

“VOLK NEED… SOMETHING! VOLK NEED DESTRUCTION!”

His voice was frantic now, desperation mixing with fury.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t focus.

All he could feel was the overwhelming need to annihilate everything in his path.

4 seconds.

The pressure mounted. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind. What did he need? What did he want? The dragons swarmed below, and the three suns in the sky burned down on him like eyes watching his every move. He felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of the decision.

“VOLK WANT TO SMASH!”

3 seconds.

Volk’s body trembled as his radioactive aura flared uncontrollably. His fists clenched tighter, his muscles bulging with strain. He was losing it. He had to decide now. The dragons were waiting. The countdown was relentless.

“VOLK… WANT… TO… KILL!”

2 seconds.

Volk’s eyes burned with fury. He threw his head back and roared at the sky, his voice shaking the very air around him. He was out of time.

His mind raced, every thought consumed by the need for destruction.

There was no more thinking. No more hesitation.

“VOLK WANT TO SMASH THEM ALL!!!”

His scream tore through the battlefield as if the sheer force of his rage could tear the world apart.

Suddenly, the system dinged again.

| The host has created Nuclear ECHO Bomb. |

Volk’s eyes widened in shock.

His breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him.

The attack was his.

His desire for total destruction had manifested into a weapon of untold power.

The bones around him trembled, and the air grew thick with tension as the bomb began to form, radiating an ominous energy that pulsed with Volk’s fury.

And in that moment, he knew-he had the power to obliterate everything.

Volk’s radioactive body trembled with a maddening energy, his massive form glowing brighter than ever before.

His eyes gleamed with the thrill of impending destruction as the notification appeared in front of him.

| Nuclear ECHO Bomb:

| A strike that mirrors the host’s innermost desire to obliterate.

| Upon contact, the strike causes a cascading chain of nuclear explosions, vaporizing all in its path.

| The higher the number of the enemy in the area of effect, the stronger the damage dealt. |

He didn’t need to think.

He didn’t hesitate for a second.

The sheer weight of his desire to smash, crush, and obliterate surged through his arms like a blood pumping ultraviolet light.

His fist, clenched tight, began to glow with an unnatural, pulsating light.

The energy built rapidly, making the air around him thick and oppressive.

“VOLK… DESTROY!!”

With a furious roar, Volk rocketed downward, the sheer force of his movement splitting the sky as if he were a bullet shot from the heavens.

His hulking body cut through the atmosphere, streaking like a comet toward the ground.

His target—those cursed Draconic bones.

As Volk descended, the power in his fist swelled, the glowing light expanding until it enveloped his entire arm.

It was no longer just his hand—it was an extension of his rage, a weapon of annihilation.

The bones beneath him seemed to sense the impending doom, rattling and shifting as if trying to escape their fate.

The world seemed to slow.

Each second felt like an eternity as Volk fell from the sky, his body plummeting toward the ground like a meteor.

The air around him rippled with energy, growing hotter and heavier with every passing moment.

The sky itself seemed to darken, as if it was recoiling from the sheer destructive force being unleashed.

THRUMMMM!

The sound began—a low, ominous hum that vibrated through the battlefield, rattling the bones and shaking the very ground.

It was the precursor of the coming disaster.

Volk’s body blurred with speed, his monstrous form gaining momentum as he closed in on the Draconic bones.

BOOOOM!

Impact.

Volk’s fist smashed into the earth, and for a fraction of a second, there was silence. Time stood still.

The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable.

The light from Volk’s fist surged, swelling and expanding, as the ground below buckled under the force.

Then, everything exploded.

BOOOOOOOM!!

A shockwave of unimaginable force erupted from Volk’s fist, a blinding white light that swallowed the battlefield.

It was as if the very air had ignited, turning into a blazing inferno of nuclear fire.

The ground split open, massive cracks racing outward like spiderwebs as the sheer pressure of the explosion rippled through the earth.

The sound was deafening, a violent roar that shattered the bones, crumbled the mountains, and sent shockwaves for miles.

The blast expanded, a rolling mushroom cloud of destruction, tearing through everything in its path.

The Draconic bones that had once seemed invincible were vaporized, disintegrating into nothing in the face of the overwhelming power.

KA-BOOOOOM!

The explosion’s impact was cataclysmic. The ground itself seemed to liquefy under the force, the heat so intense that it melted the surrounding terrain.

The mushroom cloud surged into the sky, rising higher and higher, a towering column of nuclear fire that blotted out the sun.

The pressure from the explosion flattened everything in its radius, turning the battlefield into a wasteland of ash and molten earth.

CRACK! WHOOOOM!

The shockwave continued to spread, tearing through the air, the ground, the very fabric of the dimension.

Trees were uprooted, rocks pulverized, and any remnants of the Draconic creatures were obliterated beyond recognition.

The atmosphere itself seemed to warp, bending and twisting as the nuclear energy rippled outward.

And at the center of it all was Volk.

He stood amidst the chaos, his body still glowing with the residual energy of the Nuclear ECHO Bomb.

His chest heaved with exertion, but a grin spread across his monstrous face. His eyes burned with a wild, primal satisfaction.

He had done it.

He had unleashed the full extent of his power.

“VOLK… SMASHED! VOLK… DESTROYED!!”

His voice roared through the dissipating chaos, a victorious bellow that echoed across the battlefield.

He raised his fists to the sky, roaring louder and louder, his voice filled with triumph and raw, unbridled rage.

He had conquered.

He had obliterated.

“VOLK… IS… UNSTOPPABLE!!”

The battlefield lay in ruins, the Draconic bones that had once swarmed him now reduced to nothing but dust and ash.

The power of the Nuclear ECHO Bomb had turned the once fearsome bone dragons into mere fragments, their presence erased from existence.

Volk’s chest swelled with pride, his massive form still radiating the remnants of nuclear energy.

He continued to roar, his voice shaking the very ground beneath him.

His victory was absolute. Nothing could stand in his way now.

“VOOOOOLK FEEEELS GOOOOD!”

His laughter boomed across the wasteland, echoing through the devastation he had wrought.

He had smashed.

He had destroyed everything.

He was victorious.

The bone dragons were no more.

The Draconic Domain had crumbled before his might.

As the last of the nuclear energy dissipated, Volk stood tall, his hulking form outlined against the backdrop of the smoldering battlefield.

His mission had been completed.

The destruction was total. And now, all that remained was the thrill of his conquest.

“VOLK… IS… THE STRONGEST OF THEM ALL!”

With one final, earth-shaking roar, Volk basked in the aftermath of his own devastation, the triumphant beast who had brought an end to the Draconic nightmare.

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