DemonKingAkuma

My name is [REDACTED]. 

I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year.

As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. 

However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck.

I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero.

“Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.”

I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts.

Reincarnated as a Grunt No. 703

"No. 704...! Please don't wake him up...!"

"Relax, dude. He's totally a chill guy."

My consciousness was slowly returning... as I heard two familiar voices talking to each other.

"But didn't you see how he beat up that scary lieutenant while sleeping...? What if he does it to us as well?!"

"That was different. That lieutenant guy was actively trying to beat him up, so of course his automatic defense system would kick in."

"Like I said, relax. We are not waking him up by using violence. We are just using the normal way of waking up a person."

I slowly opened my eyes... and found two very familiar individual grunts.

Waking Up on The Bottom Bunk