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

"Are you a mutant?" No. 704 suddenly asked. I paused, unsure of his question. His serious expression caught me off guard, making me realize it was important.

"Mutant...?" I replied, seeking confirmation.

'Mutant' as in 'mutation'? Or was he referring to a human with superpowers in general?

"Yeah, dude," No. 704 nodded. "We've all been wondering if you have some sort of superpower since yesterday."

Oh, so they were referring to those kinds of mutants.

"Yeah, yeah!" No. 711 chimed in, "Not gonna lie, No. 703, but you look like you could pass as one of those strength-type superheroes or even supervillains, big guy. We've all been wondering if you're a mutant who signed up to work with Lord Max Brain."

Are You or Are You Not a Mutant, Grunt?