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

Appearing right in the middle of the familiar-looking performance stage stood Max Brain, the No. 1 Supervillain, and the very leader of these newly recruited grunts that had gathered in this large, dimly lit dome.

The spotlights focused on him, their beams reflecting off the brilliant and intimidating performance stage. Even his shiny bald head glinted almost beautifully, becoming a unique source of light in the dome.

His arrival immediately commanded the attention of every grunt present. The atmosphere in the dome shifted instantly, charged with an almost tangible excitement, anticipation, and danger.

Max Brain's presence had that effect on people. His commanding and charismatic aura seemed to fill every corner of the dimly lit dome, drawing all eyes to him. He stood there confidently, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd of grunts, assessing each and every one of them. The grunts, in turn, watched him with a mix of awe, fear, and respect.

Recognition for the Grunts