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

"You. Grunt No. 703. Surrender yourself!"

One of the Disciplinary Squadron grunts shouted at me as they surrounded me. Their stances were firm, and their eyes bore into me with unwavering intensity.

These Disciplinary Squadron grunts had been dealing with the bouncer grunts, who had suddenly popped out of nowhere and started an Arena Ring racket. The latter had used my two female grunt buddies as part of a gladiator show. I was still surprised by the suddenness of those Arena Racketing grunts, as if it was something they had either been planning for a long time or was an already common occurrence for them.

Given that my grunt buddies and I had just been admitted as newly recruited grunts for Max Brain, I'd bet on the latter.

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