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.

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Reincarnated as a Grunt No. 703

"We would like to offer you and your friends the opportunity to join our esteemed Disciplinary Squadron!"

"Huh???" I muttered in surprise and confusion.

This female grunt commander had suddenly tried to recruit me. She closed in on me all of a sudden, her face almost touching mine. As I was taller than her (and most of my fellow grunts here), she had to cutely tiptoe to reach my face, emphasizing her eagerness to recruit me.

"Whoa! Hold on there," I quickly grasped both of her shoulders, pushing her back slightly due to how close she was to my face. "Just... calm down for a moment, alright?"

"Ah! My apologies," No. 450 looked quite flustered as she took a step back. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she realized she had come on a bit too strong. "I was just a bit excited for a moment. Haha~."

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