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

"Come on then, No. 703. Sit down with us and fill that empty stomach of yours~."

Grunt No. 711 gestured toward the cafeteria's dining table where she had been eating her breakfast. Along with her, there were two other female grunts seated at the table, each with a different reaction to our arrival. One showed keen interest, while the other seemed plainly bored—a rather contrasting pair...

"No. 703, these two are my roommates~," she introduced the two female grunts to me. The way she said it, specifically toward me, indicated that both Grunt No. 704 and No. 702 already knew them beforehand.

Rose and Thunder