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

[Back to the Present. Max Brain's Secret Lair's Cafeteria]

"And so, after Lord Max Brain left... the dome's light turned back on! And surprise, surprise, there we saw around us, practically encircling the inside of the dome, a whole bunch of food stands and buffet tables!"

No. 704 exclaimed, recounting the experience he and the other now 'officially' recruited grunts had last night. "It was amazing, dude. It wasn't just any local buffet; it was like a whole World Tour buffet with the best food from around the world...!"

I sat beside him in silence, listening to his recount attentively and absorbing every bit of information. It was honestly baffling to hear almost all of it. Scratch baffling, some of it was straight-up horrifying, especially anything to do with our so-called leader, 'Lord' Max Brain.

Good Food and Good (Grunt) Friends