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

A single command could be heard by every grunt in the dome. It was not loud, nor even a whisper, but it cut through their thoughts and silenced them instantly.

When they "heard" that command, all the grunts immediately shut their mouths, unable to speak. It was as if they had no control over their mouths, and panic spread through the ranks.

Even Grunt No. 704, No. 702, No. 711, and No. 727—All four them were shocked, their mouths suddenly closed tight, unable to open them. They were all confused and panicked as well. But then... all of them, including the rest of the grunts, realized the source of the command: their leader, Lord Max Brain.

They all looked at their leader, who had been standing on the stage, but... his kind and charismatic smile was gone... replaced by a simple frown of disapproval.

The Leader of the Grunts