DemonKingAkuma

[HIATUS]

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

HIATUS. Not much to say here other than it's not working out.

HIATUS

A large and clean workshop table stood in front of us. It had previously been used by my senior grunts—the shooting range and workshop grunts—but they had cleared it out and even merged nearby tables together into a giant workspace.

All for the purpose of seeing THE Professor Kala's personal weapon arsenals... the professor's precious "babies."

I could only imagine how great these weapons were, based on what my senior grunt No. 147 had told me before. She had explained that the professor was a brilliant weapon designer but had a tendency to hyper-focus on things she was interested in... thus she had almost blown up the whole Grunt Armory at some point in the past.

'And she said she likes me because I'm interesting to her...' I recalled what she said, and it stirred a complex mix of emotions within me as I was not sure if I should be glad or worried over such interest in me...

Getting some Gadgets at the Grunt Armory (17) | Makeshift Weapon Display Museum