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

<p>As the door of our dormitory room slid open with a soft hydraulic sound, we stepped out into what I assumed to be the main corridor of our dormitory. I took a good look at the interior. Much like our room, it was a dull gray, matte metallic structure reminiscent of an industrial plant. Despite its stark appearance, it was clean and orderly, devoid of any grime, filth, or rust one might expect from an industrial facility. </p>

<p>The corridor stretched out in front of us, long and straight like the hallway of a hotel, lacking any warmth or charm. The flooring, both in the corridor and our room, was a dark gray epoxy-coated concrete—a simple, polished surface that felt cold under my bare feet.</p>

Strolling the Grunt's Dormitory