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

All of a sudden, No. 450 got close to me again, her face inches away from mine as she tiptoed to rant and express how angry she was about this rowdy faction's existence.

"Whoa! Whoa! Too close, lady!" I was quite taken aback by her sudden burst of emotion as I quickly grasped her shoulders again and pushed her back a bit. "Okay, okay, I get it! They're a problem for you guys, right?"

I tried my best to calm her down, but she still had a fire in her eyes that spoke volumes about how much she loathed the Barbatos Group.

"The Barbatos Group has created so many problems for us," she began, her voice tinged with frustration. "They run all sorts of racketeering schemes that we have to bust regularly. They spread illegal items throughout the army, causing chaos and disorder. They even occasionally ransack public grunt facilities... They're a constant thorn in our side, undermining everything we stand for!"

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