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

"I was lucky enough to not only avoid those flamethrowers spitting at me, but... I also managed to catch one or two cannonballs and throw them back at those darn cannons!"

"Oh damn, that must have been pretty awesome!" No. 704 listened excitedly to my brief explanation.

Essentially, I had just told him about the cannonball onslaught, but I toned it down a few notches and added a bit here and there. For example... I mentioned how I also faced a flamethrower obstacle.

Which was partly not a lie, mind you. I did in fact face a flamethrower-like obstacle... but not during the cannonball onslaught.

Making up the flamethrower part was an excuse to avoid mentioning how my body had also been covered with dark flames thingy that granted me some sort of superhuman speed... or time-slowing ability? Even I wasn't sure myself.

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