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>"Alright, Big Guy," Grunt No. 704 suddenly called to me as I was staring at my mountain of food. "While you're eating, let's talk about what happened yesterday."</p>

<p>I was sitting to his right on the bench as he addressed me. I tried to pick up the fork that had somehow been provided with the food tray, but it was not only dirty from the food pile but also... tiny. Well, it wasn't that they were giving out tiny cutlery, but more like my hand was too big for even a normal one. I had to either get used to the "tiny" cutlery, try to ask for a bigger one (which I doubted they would even bother having), or just go caveman with it.</p>

Leftover of the Path of Carnage