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

A fairly large, metallic, and futuristic double door stood in front of us. Just like the structure of our Grunt's Dormitory, it was made with the same dull gray matte design and material. Above this futuristic door, a simple plaque with the word 'CAFETERIA' was placed.

"I'll fill you in while we eat, big guy~," said the friendly Grunt No. 704 excitedly. If I could see his mouth, he was probably grinning right now, seemingly excited to invite me to breakfast. But... I looked at the entrance of the cafeteria with a bit of doubt.

Was this cafeteria any good? Honestly, I had slight doubts about whether a supervillain like Max Brain would even care about us grunts' well-being. Given that 'grunts' and 'goons' in many fictional media are depicted as cannon fodder for the villain to use and discard as they please, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think that we grunts would be treated with little-to-no regard.

Simple Cafeteria for Grunts