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

He stood there, under the direct spotlight. His previous anxiety, wariness, and confusion... were nowhere to be found. Instead, he wore an expression of determination.

All of the grunts looked at No. 704 with a mix of surprise, shock, and a hint of admiration. Never had they thought a grunt would dare to address their leader so directly. Some expressed awe at his boldness, others showed anxiety over such a risky act, but...

There were a few who were not pleased that a mere grunt would dare to even mutter their leader's name in such a manner.

Even Grunt No. 704's buddies, No. 702 and No. 711, looked at him with a mix of disbelief and concern. They hadn't expected him to boldly call out to Max Brain like that. Even Grunt No. 727 looked at No. 704 with a surprised expression, her interest piqued by his unexpected action.

Selfish and Compassionate