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

"Hey guys~! Over here~!" A familiar feminine voice called out to the three of us. We all looked in the direction of the voice and waving hand, and found it was none other than another familiar grunt that we all knew well. She even stood up from her seat so that we could all see her full appearance.

As what I had seen her before, she had a lean but athletic figure, fully covered from head to toe in a skin-tight dark gray GBS suit, just like every grunt here. However, each grunt had unique markings on their GBS suit to differentiate them. I was starting to see these markings as identifiers for each of my fellow grunts, which for her, her mask featured a pair of small symmetrical oval-shaped white marking as her eyeholes.

If I could compare it to something, her mask's pattern almost resembled an orca's eye color pattern. The most important part of her suit, of course, was the label number on her left chest, '711,' which marked her grunt's identity for everyone to see.

My Fellow Grunt Buddies