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

The arena fell into a clamoring uproar as the crowd reacted to the unexpected turn of events in the makeshift arena ring. Confusion was evident on many faces as they processed the sudden halt in the duel.

Some were visibly upset, feeling robbed of their source of entertainment, while a small few took pity on the weeping No. 711...

However, the majority were angry that their arena duel betting had been stopped at its climax.

"Hey, why are you two stopping?! Go back to your dueling, idiots!" a disgruntled grunt shouted from the crowd. His protest sparked a multitude of spectator grunts who were also dissatisfied with the duel's interruption.

"Yeah! Go back to dueling!"

"It was so close and you fuckers interrupted it!"

"Get out, you damn newbies!"

(Non) Cannon Fodders