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

[Meanwhile, inside the makeshift Duel Arena inside the cafeteria]

A solid punch landed on the head of the thorny-vines grunt, pushing her back and causing her to stagger.

"Heh... had enough... yet...?" her attacker said, gasping for air while smirking behind her mask of lightning. She was having a hard time standing herself, but she kept her smug attitude toward her opponent.

Her opponent, on the other hand, recovered from her staggered state but was also finding it hard to stand. She didn't say anything to the grunt who was goading her but instead shot back a fierce glare.

These exchanges of blows... and hatred had been going on for quite a while, with a crowd of grunts surrounding them, cheering for them to continue killing each other. Both of them didn't realize this crowd had gathered to witness their quarrel as entertainment... or perhaps they did realize but didn't care either way.

Interruption and Weeping