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

"I'm sorry, but I do not recall seeing any grunt that fits your description," their leader, Lord Max Brain, stated without any doubt whatsoever.

His voice was unwavering and devoid of any hesitation or uncertainty. He was indeed telling the truth; the grunt buddy of these three grunts, Grunt No. 703, had not yet passed the finish line, nor had he ever seen the very grunt himself. To him, they were indeed the first grunts to reach the finish line.

Grunt No. 704 couldn't believe what he was hearing from their leader, Lord Max Brain. His disbelief was mirrored by his two grunt comrades, No. 702 and No. 711. How could their tough grunt buddy, Grunt No. 703, not have crossed the finish line? The thought seemed absurd to them, having witnessed his feats firsthand.

Denial of Hope