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

Grunt No. 702, No. 704, and No. 711 found themselves in a spacious dome building just behind the finish line arch. It was almost barren, with only a few long metal tables scattered about, but the atmosphere inside was refreshingly ventilated, with ample lighting that bathed the interior in a comforting glow.

As they took a moment to catch their breath, each of them held a water bottle, courtesy of the scientists who had overseen the orientation. They had been eagerly drinking from the bottles, feeling relieved to hydrate after completing the arduous obstacle course.

This was the first time they had ever had a drink since joining Max Brain's grunt army. They realized that they had not felt that thirsty to begin with and were just enjoying the fresh mineral water as it was. Maybe it had something to do with their GBS suit or even their grunt enchantments.

Waiting for a Friend Who Would Never Come